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 San Marino and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bang On A Can to the techno 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Urselle,
Aaron Thompson,
The Zeros,
The Offenders,
Arthur Verocai,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Birthday Party,
Reuben Wilson,
the Soft Cell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Groovy Waters,
Ronnie Foster,
Cluster,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Peter and Kerry,
Flipper,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brothers Johnson,
Sun Ra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Five Americans,
Mr. Review,
the Swans,
Smog,
Underground Resistance,
The Happenings,
Mantronix,
Pulsallama,
The Seeds,
Los Fastidios,
the Germs,
Rapeman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Vogues,
Nation of Ulysses,
Loose Ends,
John Cale,
Kayak,
Magazine,
Royal Trux,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eve St. Jones,
Liliput,
Alison Limerick,
Peter & Gordon,
Moss Icon,
T.S.O.L.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gories,
Television Personalities,
Black Flag,
Section 25,
The Fortunes,
Agitation Free,
The Cowsills,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.