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 Palau and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fela Kuti to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Outsiders,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Associates,
Delta 5,
The Grass Roots,
John Cale,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fuzztones,
Camouflage,
The Standells,
Qualms,
Albert Ayler,
Newcleus,
Electric Prunes,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Young Rascals,
Funky Four + One,
Model 500,
Electric Light Orchestra,
B.T. Express,
Fugazi,
Eve St. Jones,
Roger Hodgson,
Aswad,
The Pop Group,
Saccharine Trust,
Rosa Yemen,
Average White Band,
Loose Ends,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cameo,
Gang of Four,
Warren Ellis,
Wire,
Franke,
Cheater Slicks,
The Modern Lovers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Accadde A,
Josef K,
Maleditus Sound,
Massinfluence,
Trumans Water,
Amon Düül,
Nas,
Brand Nubian,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Interpol,
The Zeros,
Girls At Our Best!,
Procol Harum,
Archie Shepp,
Rufus Thomas,
The Trojans,
Mandrill,
Flipper,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.