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 Hungary and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Robert Wyatt to the rock 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Kas Product,
Suicide,
Black Flag,
Shuggie Otis,
Judy Mowatt,
Essential Logic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rod Modell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Peter & Gordon,
Qualms,
Dual Sessions,
The Mojo Men,
Jandek,
The Grass Roots,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lightning Bolt,
Half Japanese,
Cal Tjader,
Khruangbin,
The Fuzztones,
Ten City,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sonics,
Bush Tetras,
Minor Threat,
The Count Five,
B.T. Express,
Flash Fearless,
Robert Görl,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dead Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Beau Brummels,
Technova,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bang On A Can,
The Angels of Light,
Ohio Players,
Gang of Four,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marvin Gaye,
Max Romeo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deadbeat,
a-ha,
Maleditus Sound,
Patti Smith,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Spandau Ballet,
Prince Buster,
Cameo,
Thee Headcoats,
Albert Ayler,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Trojans,
DNA,
Joe Smooth,
Blake Baxter,
The Doobie Brothers,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.