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 Sierra Leone 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the grunge 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Rosa Yemen,
Lungfish,
Steve Hackett,
Albert Ayler,
The Five Americans,
Toni Rubio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Modern Lovers,
Nik Kershaw,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Byrd,
Neu!,
Junior Murvin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Erykah Badu,
Khruangbin,
Quando Quango,
China Crisis,
Amon Düül II,
Skarface,
Blossom Toes,
The Birthday Party,
The Happenings,
Audionom,
Newcleus,
L. Decosne,
The Star Department,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sex Pistols,
The Seeds,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rod Modell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Peter & Gordon,
Surgeon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Misunderstood,
Eurythmics,
Man Eating Sloth,
One Last Wish,
Grey Daturas,
Camouflage,
Crash Course in Science,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
Peter and Kerry,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Searchers,
Byron Stingily,
Adolescents,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Glenn Branca,
UT,
Matthew Halsall,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mark Hollis,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.