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 Syria and from London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron 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 Banda Bassotti to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Residents,
Icehouse,
Tommy Roe,
Ronnie Foster,
Nick Fraelich,
Ronan,
Dark Day,
Juan Atkins,
Suburban Knight,
Deadbeat,
Rosa Yemen,
the Sonics,
Roxy Music,
Minny Pops,
Suicide,
The Golliwogs,
Black Flag,
Bluetip,
Sound Behaviour,
Derrick May,
Nas,
Joe Smooth,
The Mummies,
Parry Music,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultravox,
Gang Green,
Basic Channel,
Pantaleimon,
Groovy Waters,
Glenn Branca,
LL Cool J,
Tim Buckley,
Saccharine Trust,
Ituana,
Crash Course in Science,
Pantytec,
The Knickerbockers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lungfish,
CMW,
Morten Harket,
Sixth Finger,
China Crisis,
Jerry's Kids,
The Motions,
Kerri Chandler,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dual Sessions,
The Monks,
T. Rex,
Vainqueur,
Animal Collective,
DJ Style,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eve St. Jones,
Arab on Radar,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Womack,
Danielle Patucci,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.