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 Croatia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Animal Collective to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Khruangbin,
Duran Duran,
Moby Grape,
Public Enemy,
the Sonics,
Amazonics,
Sandy B,
KRS-One,
Dave Gahan,
Yellowson,
Funky Four + One,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Coltrane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Byron Stingily,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DNA,
Niagra,
Vladislav Delay,
Talk Talk,
Flamin' Groovies,
Robert Görl,
Electric Prunes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marmalade,
Jandek,
Henry Cow,
Harpers Bizarre,
Morten Harket,
Metal Thangz,
Charles Mingus,
Model 500,
Q65,
10cc,
Kerri Chandler,
Eurythmics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Vogues,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eyeless In Gaza,
ABBA,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fortunes,
Soulsonic Force,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fatback Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ronnie Foster,
Andrew Hill,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gun Club,
Connie Case,
Piero Umiliani,
Reagan Youth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
Pulsallama,
Tommy Roe,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.