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 Turkmenistan and from Accra.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 James White and The Blacks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak 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?
Trumans Water,
Quando Quango,
Gong,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eric Copeland,
Surgeon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Slave,
This Heat,
Black Sheep,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nirvana,
LL Cool J,
Faraquet,
Moby Grape,
Qualms,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gap Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joe Smooth,
Second Layer,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jandek,
Nils Olav,
E-Dancer,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Silicon Teens,
Davy DMX,
Wings,
Maleditus Sound,
Radiohead,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Moon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Circle Jerks,
Funkadelic,
Youth Brigade,
The Mojo Men,
Altered Images,
the Swans,
Soul II Soul,
Lakeside,
Lungfish,
Index,
Cal Tjader,
Camouflage,
MC5,
Hashim,
New Age Steppers,
Jacques Brel,
The Wake,
Amon Düül II,
Von Mondo,
Jeff Lynne,
Roxy Music,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Trojans,
Nik Kershaw,
Neu!,
Popol Vuh,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.