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 United Kingdom and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Crash Course in Science 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
The Moody Blues,
Amon Düül,
Groovy Waters,
Negative Approach,
Second Layer,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Popol Vuh,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wings,
Joe Finger,
Ken Boothe,
Inner City,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Byrd,
Visage,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Womack,
Zero Boys,
Man Parrish,
Fela Kuti,
Black Flag,
Talk Talk,
Nik Kershaw,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cluster,
Marshall Jefferson,
Section 25,
Soft Cell,
Dark Day,
Animal Collective,
Yusef Lateef,
CMW,
the Slits,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gichy Dan,
The Pop Group,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scientists,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Delta 5,
Blake Baxter,
Television,
Anthony Braxton,
John Foxx,
One Last Wish,
Sixth Finger,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jawbox,
Yellowson,
Skriet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Association,
U.S. Maple,
Dorothy Ashby,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Throbbing Gristle,
Adolescents,
Dennis Brown,
Slick Rick,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.