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 Namibia and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Moody Blues to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Dark Day,
Eric Copeland,
Groovy Waters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minny Pops,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bush Tetras,
Lucky Dragons,
X-101,
Alice Coltrane,
The Stooges,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Christie,
The Dead C,
Ituana,
the Slits,
Black Pus,
Funkadelic,
Neil Young,
Rakim,
The Toasters,
Nirvana,
The Birthday Party,
Flash Fearless,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Warsaw,
Au Pairs,
B.T. Express,
Jawbox,
The Count Five,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Big Daddy Kane,
EPMD,
Ultimate Spinach,
Avey Tare,
E-Dancer,
Pulsallama,
Minor Threat,
The Leaves,
The Beau Brummels,
The Kinks,
The Dirtbombs,
The Human League,
JFA,
Porter Ricks,
The Raincoats,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eve St. Jones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
David Axelrod,
Tim Buckley,
Flamin' Groovies,
Terry Callier,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
CMW,
Angry Samoans,
Massinfluence,
Pole,
Dead Boys,
Joey Negro,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.