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 El Salvador and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Roger Hodgson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Procol Harum,
Jeff Mills,
Yellowson,
T. Rex,
Pantytec,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yazoo,
Anakelly,
Vladislav Delay,
Althea and Donna,
Loose Ends,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Amon Düül,
Saccharine Trust,
Harpers Bizarre,
Oblivians,
Monks,
Wings,
Camberwell Now,
Amon Düül II,
The Standells,
Stereo Dub,
Matthew Bourne,
Rites of Spring,
Donny Hathaway,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pole,
Marvin Gaye,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cameo,
Stetsasonic,
The Cure,
Shoche,
LL Cool J,
Rakim,
Letta Mbulu,
Ludus,
The Moleskins,
Panda Bear,
Juan Atkins,
Todd Terry,
Crash Course in Science,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Monolake,
John Coltrane,
Barry Ungar,
Scan 7,
Eve St. Jones,
Peter & Gordon,
Grey Daturas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
June Days,
The Human League,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Parry Music,
Moby Grape,
Soft Cell,
The Five Americans,
Can,
Kenny Larkin,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.