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 Austria and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ 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 Joensuu 1685 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bang On A Can,
The Dirtbombs,
Model 500,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aswad,
Yaz,
Alice Coltrane,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Bananas,
The Gun Club,
Agent Orange,
Stiv Bators,
EPMD,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Funkadelic,
Gang Starr,
The Evens,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Youth Brigade,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Y Pants,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Livin' Joy,
Minor Threat,
Liliput,
Prince Buster,
The Toasters,
Thompson Twins,
Supertramp,
F. McDonald,
The Zeros,
Junior Murvin,
The Saints,
Marshall Jefferson,
Technova,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The New Christs,
John Coltrane,
DNA,
Sugar Minott,
Nico,
Gang Green,
Danielle Patucci,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aloha Tigers,
Blake Baxter,
the Human League,
Joe Smooth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Arthur Verocai,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tommy Roe,
Wolf Eyes,
Byron Stingily,
Gong,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Cale,
The Slackers,
The Vogues,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.