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 Guatemala and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ 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 The Invisible to the funk 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Robert Hood,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Oneida,
the Slits,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cluster,
Y Pants,
Scott Walker,
Depeche Mode,
Scrapy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Sonics,
Hashim,
Warren Ellis,
T.S.O.L.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Sheep,
Pagans,
JFA,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
E-Dancer,
The Monks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
These Immortal Souls,
Sandy B,
Magazine,
Albert Ayler,
Qualms,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kayak,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pantaleimon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wasted Youth,
Gang Green,
Hardrive,
Liliput,
Spandau Ballet,
Dennis Brown,
The Tremeloes,
The Toasters,
Avey Tare,
June of 44,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aloha Tigers,
the Association,
The Vogues,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nik Kershaw,
Niagra,
Idris Muhammad,
Moss Icon,
X-101,
Talk Talk,
Japan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.