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 Palau and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar 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 Yazoo to the dance 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Malaria!,
Nils Olav,
Hoover,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Zeros,
Althea and Donna,
Brick,
Bob Dylan,
Con Funk Shun,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Echospace,
Ronnie Foster,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yazoo,
Steve Hackett,
Country Teasers,
Aloha Tigers,
Fad Gadget,
Q65,
Howard Jones,
Alison Limerick,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bluetip,
Soulsonic Force,
Scratch Acid,
the Human League,
Schoolly D,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Derrick May,
MDC,
The Raincoats,
Eric Copeland,
Jacques Brel,
Danielle Patucci,
Porter Ricks,
Sun Ra,
Blossom Toes,
The Wake,
Neu!,
Crime,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Unrelated Segments,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
R.M.O.,
JFA,
Robert Görl,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Urselle,
The American Breed,
Cal Tjader,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
These Immortal Souls,
Smog,
Sonic Youth,
Aural Exciters,
Lakeside,
The Black Dice,
Au Pairs,
The Divine Comedy,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.