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 Belize and from Lyon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Thee Headcoats to the disco 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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang Gang Dance,
Vainqueur,
Peter & Gordon,
Donald Byrd,
The Smoke,
Skriet,
Animal Collective,
Yaz,
The Red Krayola,
The Toasters,
The Martian,
Mr. Review,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultimate Spinach,
B.T. Express,
Tomorrow,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pussy Galore,
Radiohead,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Byrd,
ABC,
Ossler,
Ten City,
Nirvana,
Chrome,
Echospace,
Wings,
the Association,
Hashim,
Cluster,
Swell Maps,
Archie Shepp,
Excepter,
Juan Atkins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bush Tetras,
UT,
DNA,
Ponytail,
World's Most,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cramps,
The Associates,
Howard Jones,
Country Teasers,
Rapeman,
Neil Young,
Jesper Dahlback,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cameo,
Minutemen,
Icehouse,
Mars,
Derrick May,
Whodini,
Minor Threat,
Leonard Cohen,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.