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 Nauru and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dead C to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Joe Finger,
D'Angelo,
Blake Baxter,
Aaron Thompson,
Fear,
Lou Christie,
Adolescents,
Con Funk Shun,
Alton Ellis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Severed Heads,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Donny Hathaway,
Easy Going,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mantronix,
Kerri Chandler,
Main Source,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Franke,
Charles Mingus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Absolute Body Control,
Icehouse,
Stetsasonic,
The Five Americans,
The Birthday Party,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ten City,
Essential Logic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bill Wells,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Von Mondo,
Niagra,
The Martian,
Shoche,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sällskapet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jesper Dahlback,
Angry Samoans,
Slave,
Liliput,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Mojo Men,
Brass Construction,
Neu!,
Grey Daturas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Skatalites,
Scientists,
Derrick Morgan,
Idris Muhammad,
Kas Product,
Rotary Connection,
Nick Fraelich,
Underground Resistance,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.