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 Cyprus and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Robert Wyatt to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
David Bowie,
Ludus,
The Slackers,
The Smiths,
The Index,
Yellowson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Radiohead,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scrapy,
Duran Duran,
Brothers Johnson,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Barracudas,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Sheep,
Gang of Four,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sister Nancy,
Terry Callier,
Au Pairs,
Smog,
Flamin' Groovies,
OOIOO,
Shoche,
the Germs,
E-Dancer,
Flash Fearless,
Fela Kuti,
Liliput,
Vladislav Delay,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Youth Brigade,
Dual Sessions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Victims,
Leonard Cohen,
Quantec,
Arthur Verocai,
Organ,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fortunes,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Doors,
Man Parrish,
Jacques Brel,
Robert Hood,
Lightning Bolt,
Angry Samoans,
The Cramps,
Underground Resistance,
The Black Dice,
Amon Düül II,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Derrick Morgan,
David Axelrod,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eric B and Rakim,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.