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 Russia and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Motorama to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
La Düsseldorf,
T.S.O.L.,
Danielle Patucci,
The Move,
Mantronix,
Cluster,
Rufus Thomas,
Liliput,
The Dirtbombs,
The Associates,
Dawn Penn,
The Black Dice,
10cc,
The Litter,
Das Ding,
Kurtis Blow,
The J.B.'s,
Schoolly D,
ABC,
Robert Görl,
U.S. Maple,
FM Einheit,
The Monks,
Massinfluence,
Boz Scaggs,
Deakin,
CMW,
Intrusion,
Davy DMX,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stetsasonic,
Mo-Dettes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Organ,
Faust,
Drive Like Jehu,
Loose Ends,
Carl Craig,
Moebius,
MDC,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The American Breed,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Anthony Braxton,
Rotary Connection,
Marine Girls,
The Seeds,
Harmonia,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lebanon Hanover,
Subhumans,
Bauhaus,
Easy Going,
The Pretty Things,
Cheater Slicks,
Qualms,
Monolake,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Michelle Simonal,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.