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 Ireland and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the güiro 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 Fluxion to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Motorama,
Lou Christie,
LL Cool J,
The Blues Magoos,
The Seeds,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eve St. Jones,
Wire,
Crime,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Sound,
The Cramps,
Das Ding,
Stetsasonic,
Banda Bassotti,
Connie Case,
Eric B and Rakim,
a-ha,
Radio Birdman,
Freddie Wadling,
Eurythmics,
One Last Wish,
World's Most,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Robert Görl,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Remains,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Interpol,
Los Fastidios,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Peter and Kerry,
The Dirtbombs,
Agitation Free,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soul II Soul,
Theoretical Girls,
Agent Orange,
Yellowson,
Marvin Gaye,
X-101,
The Fuzztones,
Black Sheep,
June of 44,
The Last Poets,
Quantec,
Organ,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang of Four,
A Certain Ratio,
The Pop Group,
Nik Kershaw,
Shoche,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Erasure,
Big Daddy Kane,
Subhumans,
Faust,
Cecil Taylor,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.