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 Guinea-Bissau and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 Archie Shepp to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Mars,
Vainqueur,
Tim Buckley,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nico,
Grey Daturas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Radio Birdman,
Dead Boys,
Aural Exciters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Robert Hood,
The Standells,
Bobby Sherman,
Tears for Fears,
Babytalk,
Hasil Adkins,
Hashim,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sun Ra,
June of 44,
Bang On A Can,
The Searchers,
Alison Limerick,
Liliput,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joyce Sims,
Ice-T,
David Axelrod,
Max Romeo,
cv313,
This Heat,
Banda Bassotti,
Unrelated Segments,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Andrew Hill,
Trumans Water,
Derrick May,
The Dirtbombs,
The Blues Magoos,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Metal Thangz,
Pantaleimon,
Sugar Minott,
Fugazi,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Walker Brothers,
The Velvet Underground,
Inner City,
Jeff Mills,
Eric Copeland,
The Move,
The J.B.'s,
Freddie Wadling,
Accadde A,
Eddi Front,
Terry Callier,
Bootsy Collins,
The Mojo Men,
The Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.