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 Djibouti and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 B.T. Express to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Anthony Braxton,
Wolf Eyes,
the Association,
Slick Rick,
Angry Samoans,
Lakeside,
Dennis Brown,
The Kinks,
Derrick May,
Harpers Bizarre,
MDC,
Adolescents,
EPMD,
The Selecter,
Warren Ellis,
The Electric Prunes,
Country Teasers,
Guru Guru,
Swell Maps,
The Golliwogs,
Jandek,
Avey Tare,
Sugar Minott,
The Last Poets,
Electric Prunes,
the Human League,
Robert Görl,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
X-101,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Al Stewart,
Jeff Mills,
Roxy Music,
Darondo,
OOIOO,
Nas,
Lou Christie,
The Misunderstood,
Gichy Dan,
Joe Smooth,
Rites of Spring,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Archie Shepp,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Delon & Dalcan,
Echospace,
Mandrill,
Mars,
The Fugs,
Freddie Wadling,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Holt,
Grauzone,
Susan Cadogan,
cv313,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Byrd,
Icehouse,
Youth Brigade,
Idris Muhammad,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.