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 Iceland and from Paris.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nils Olav to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
The Fall,
Eli Mardock,
Brothers Johnson,
CMW,
Ten City,
Echospace,
Marine Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
David McCallum,
The Sisters of Mercy,
F. McDonald,
Laurel Aitken,
Harmonia,
The Gap Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Blake Baxter,
The Evens,
Blossom Toes,
The Happenings,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Davy DMX,
Arab on Radar,
Faraquet,
Bauhaus,
The Neon Judgement,
The Busters,
The Music Machine,
Zapp,
Dark Day,
Minny Pops,
Masters at Work,
Surgeon,
Saccharine Trust,
Cameo,
Angry Samoans,
Kayak,
Letta Mbulu,
The Count Five,
The Moleskins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Siglo XX,
Oneida,
Terry Callier,
The Young Rascals,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soulsonic Force,
The Seeds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DJ Sneak,
Johnny Osbourne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
D'Angelo,
Visage,
X-Ray Spex,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.