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 Uruguay and from Tehran.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fear to the punk 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ponytail,
Soul II Soul,
This Heat,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fear,
Bobby Byrd,
Rites of Spring,
The Sonics,
the Sonics,
Minny Pops,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Donny Hathaway,
Eric B and Rakim,
Quadrant,
Thee Headcoats,
Toni Rubio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Golliwogs,
Los Fastidios,
Second Layer,
Yazoo,
Black Bananas,
Peter & Gordon,
Barbara Tucker,
Das Ding,
Anakelly,
Accadde A,
Organ,
Lungfish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Invisible,
Ultravox,
Kas Product,
Underground Resistance,
Ituana,
Archie Shepp,
Sight & Sound,
The Standells,
Thompson Twins,
The Trojans,
Excepter,
Young Marble Giants,
The Wake,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ronnie Foster,
Schoolly D,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tubeway Army,
Joey Negro,
Harry Pussy,
Nils Olav,
The Music Machine,
Bang On A Can,
Jandek,
The J.B.'s,
Gang Starr,
Mark Hollis,
Hasil Adkins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.