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 the UAE and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Vladislav Delay,
Suicide,
Y Pants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Reed,
Popol Vuh,
Rod Modell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bush Tetras,
The Human League,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Livin' Joy,
Black Moon,
Derrick May,
Pet Shop Boys,
Buzzcocks,
Ludus,
Monks,
The Five Americans,
The Sonics,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Blackbyrds,
The Angels of Light,
Parry Music,
Duran Duran,
The Knickerbockers,
Supertramp,
Sugar Minott,
The Selecter,
Can,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Black Dice,
the Swans,
Joe Smooth,
DNA,
Alphaville,
Fugazi,
Sun City Girls,
The Sound,
Cluster,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Janne Schatter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
R.M.O.,
EPMD,
UT,
Black Bananas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gabor Szabo,
Roxette,
Rites of Spring,
Von Mondo,
Erykah Badu,
Yazoo,
The Tremeloes,
The Young Rascals,
Youth Brigade,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.