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 Uzbekistan and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Letta Mbulu to the dance 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
The Blackbyrds,
Aural Exciters,
MDC,
Blossom Toes,
Eddi Front,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Sonics,
Kenny Larkin,
Lalann,
Panda Bear,
The Raincoats,
Television,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joe Smooth,
Clear Light,
Q65,
Barbara Tucker,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minutemen,
Michelle Simonal,
Warren Ellis,
The Birthday Party,
Minnie Riperton,
The Evens,
T. Rex,
Guru Guru,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Reagan Youth,
Idris Muhammad,
Basic Channel,
Lebanon Hanover,
OOIOO,
Juan Atkins,
Cymande,
Kool Moe Dee,
Suicide,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Underground Resistance,
John Holt,
Angry Samoans,
The Residents,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jawbox,
Sexual Harrassment,
K-Klass,
Urselle,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
F. McDonald,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Bananas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Das Ding,
Kerri Chandler,
Aaron Thompson,
Rites of Spring,
Iggy Pop,
Ultra Naté,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.