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 Bahamas and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Electric Prunes to the disco 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Lucky Dragons,
Smog,
Cluster,
Brothers Johnson,
Derrick May,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Alarm Clocks,
Neil Young,
Donny Hathaway,
Bad Manners,
the Slits,
Camberwell Now,
Sexual Harrassment,
Carl Craig,
cv313,
Juan Atkins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lyres,
Jawbox,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Buckinghams,
Gong,
Amon Düül II,
10cc,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The New Christs,
D'Angelo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Half Japanese,
Black Flag,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Morten Harket,
U.S. Maple,
The Wake,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lower 48,
Easy Going,
Japan,
The Grass Roots,
The Toasters,
Yusef Lateef,
Todd Terry,
Suicide,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tomorrow,
Y Pants,
Gang Green,
Ken Boothe,
Theoretical Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Technova,
The Golliwogs,
Radiohead,
Alphaville,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.