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 Vanuatu and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cheater Slicks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Faust,
The Moleskins,
James White and The Blacks,
Junior Murvin,
Cal Tjader,
Scan 7,
Qualms,
Bill Near,
Essential Logic,
The Trojans,
David Axelrod,
The Sound,
Swell Maps,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Khruangbin,
Jacques Brel,
Black Sheep,
Siglo XX,
Matthew Halsall,
Idris Muhammad,
Pole,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Rotary Connection,
Radiopuhelimet,
Patti Smith,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Black Dice,
Subhumans,
Tubeway Army,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Loose Ends,
Young Marble Giants,
The Index,
Crooked Eye,
Japan,
Yaz,
Sandy B,
John Foxx,
Animal Collective,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Durutti Column,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Zero Boys,
Eric Copeland,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ossler,
The New Christs,
Cluster,
Faraquet,
Scratch Acid,
Bizarre Inc.,
Darondo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cheater Slicks,
Theoretical Girls,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.