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 Spain and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eric Copeland to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Throbbing Gristle,
Simply Red,
The Buckinghams,
Eve St. Jones,
the Bar-Kays,
Country Teasers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Glenn Branca,
B.T. Express,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tears for Fears,
Little Man,
Quadrant,
Connie Case,
The Martian,
Surgeon,
Joy Division,
Massinfluence,
The Music Machine,
UT,
The Slackers,
The Young Rascals,
Ituana,
Fugazi,
Bush Tetras,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brand Nubian,
The Fugs,
The Happenings,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Archie Shepp,
The Mummies,
Eric Dolphy,
T. Rex,
Jeff Mills,
Bill Near,
The New Christs,
Boredoms,
Cecil Taylor,
Tomorrow,
Graham Central Station,
Ice-T,
One Last Wish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Boogie Down Productions,
Khruangbin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Smog,
OOIOO,
Circle Jerks,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Knickerbockers,
Thee Headcoats,
Rod Modell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Blake Baxter,
Peter and Kerry,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.