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 Serbia and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 Jacques Brel to the electroclash 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Skriet,
Johnny Clarke,
Jawbox,
Prince Buster,
Alphaville,
John Lydon,
The Knickerbockers,
The Stooges,
Drive Like Jehu,
Organ,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eddi Front,
The Doors,
Fluxion,
Qualms,
The Blues Magoos,
Albert Ayler,
Young Marble Giants,
Average White Band,
Y Pants,
Severed Heads,
Sällskapet,
Skaos,
Marvin Gaye,
Lalann,
Soft Machine,
Little Man,
Glambeats Corp.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aswad,
Johnny Osbourne,
EPMD,
Alton Ellis,
the Slits,
Second Layer,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gap Band,
Juan Atkins,
China Crisis,
Bluetip,
Wire,
Vladislav Delay,
Tropical Tobacco,
Unrelated Segments,
Accadde A,
Khruangbin,
Jeff Lynne,
Bill Wells,
Crash Course in Science,
Quantec,
Rhythm & Sound,
Silicon Teens,
The Walker Brothers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dark Day,
Kaleidoscope,
Magazine,
La Düsseldorf,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.