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 Italy and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 Kevin Saunderson to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Cecil Taylor,
Rites of Spring,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Association,
Michelle Simonal,
The Moody Blues,
Alison Limerick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Pop Group,
Black Pus,
Donald Byrd,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tom Boy,
MDC,
Jawbox,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Shoche,
Pussy Galore,
Letta Mbulu,
Youth Brigade,
Althea and Donna,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Unwound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
In Retrospect,
Magazine,
Joe Smooth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marine Girls,
Wire,
The Pretty Things,
Archie Shepp,
Blossom Toes,
World's Most,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Groovy Waters,
U.S. Maple,
Swans,
Interpol,
Guru Guru,
The New Christs,
Dennis Brown,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Whodini,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gregory Isaacs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mission of Burma,
Siglo XX,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Flag,
Slave,
Gabor Szabo,
Nico,
Yazoo,
Babytalk,
New York Dolls,
Harmonia,
Main Source,
Gichy Dan,
Dual Sessions,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.