Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Tanzania and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Lightning Bolt to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Q and Not U,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Man Parrish,
The Neon Judgement,
Smog,
Pulsallama,
The Modern Lovers,
Crooked Eye,
Unrelated Segments,
Peter and Kerry,
Camberwell Now,
Black Flag,
The Evens,
Urselle,
Rites of Spring,
The Slackers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Connie Case,
Surgeon,
Oneida,
Brick,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aloha Tigers,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Barracudas,
Neil Young,
Bang On A Can,
Todd Terry,
Alison Limerick,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dorothy Ashby,
Glambeats Corp.,
CMW,
The Wake,
Lee Hazlewood,
Audionom,
UT,
Kenny Larkin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fugazi,
Theoretical Girls,
The Sound,
Outsiders,
Ultimate Spinach,
FM Einheit,
The Sonics,
Gong,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Duran Duran,
The Misunderstood,
The Five Americans,
Jimmy McGriff,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gories,
The Walker Brothers,
The Monks,
Nils Olav,
Pharoah Sanders,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.