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 Switzerland and from Jakarta.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Deadbeat to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Buzzcocks,
Y Pants,
Eddi Front,
Marine Girls,
David McCallum,
Neu!,
Excepter,
Q and Not U,
This Heat,
Amazonics,
Jeru the Damaja,
Chris Corsano,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fortunes,
Man Parrish,
Oneida,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Invisible,
Michelle Simonal,
Blancmange,
Bobby Womack,
The Monks,
Jeff Mills,
Pussy Galore,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Piero Umiliani,
Juan Atkins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Infiniti,
Country Teasers,
X-102,
Scrapy,
The Grass Roots,
The Leaves,
Harry Pussy,
Donald Byrd,
Cluster,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Vladislav Delay,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bad Manners,
Wings,
ABBA,
Kayak,
Kurtis Blow,
Rakim,
The Zeros,
Moebius,
Soul II Soul,
Faust,
DNA,
Sarah Menescal,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mo-Dettes,
FM Einheit,
Agitation Free,
Supertramp,
Bootsy Collins,
John Lydon,
Lightning Bolt,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.