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 Suriname and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Robert Görl to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Saccharine Trust,
The Music Machine,
Fatback Band,
The Remains,
Nik Kershaw,
Connie Case,
The Evens,
The Index,
Urselle,
Schoolly D,
Funky Four + One,
The Black Dice,
Zapp,
The Barracudas,
U.S. Maple,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
T.S.O.L.,
Wasted Youth,
Y Pants,
Animal Collective,
the Soft Cell,
Joe Finger,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rod Modell,
The Red Krayola,
Junior Murvin,
Mark Hollis,
Interpol,
Moebius,
Circle Jerks,
The Knickerbockers,
China Crisis,
Trumans Water,
The Count Five,
Cal Tjader,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sugar Minott,
Jeff Mills,
K-Klass,
Jacob Miller,
Aural Exciters,
Bang On A Can,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The New Christs,
DNA,
The Buckinghams,
The Mojo Men,
Gerry Rafferty,
Quantec,
a-ha,
Bluetip,
Masters at Work,
Deadbeat,
Popol Vuh,
The Blackbyrds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Unwound,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.