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 Austria and from Woodstock.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sonny Sharrock to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Gong,
The Vogues,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
CMW,
Khruangbin,
Fear,
Model 500,
Maleditus Sound,
Newcleus,
Little Man,
Sam Rivers,
In Retrospect,
The Modern Lovers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cameo,
ABBA,
Jesper Dahlback,
Chris & Cosey,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Foxx,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brand Nubian,
The Seeds,
The Stooges,
June Days,
Cheater Slicks,
Theoretical Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dennis Brown,
Ponytail,
Vainqueur,
Freddie Wadling,
Barclay James Harvest,
Zapp,
Carl Craig,
Barbara Tucker,
Altered Images,
Negative Approach,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Slackers,
Alice Coltrane,
Connie Case,
Can,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Howard Jones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cal Tjader,
Moebius,
Index,
Mark Hollis,
Symarip,
Aswad,
Bobby Byrd,
Fluxion,
The Durutti Column,
Danielle Patucci,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.