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 Mexico and from Woodstock.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 Delta 5 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Arab on Radar,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lakeside,
Hot Snakes,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Moody Blues,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Charles Mingus,
Guru Guru,
Aloha Tigers,
The Selecter,
Harry Pussy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deakin,
Matthew Bourne,
Los Fastidios,
Hasil Adkins,
The Birthday Party,
John Coltrane,
Bizarre Inc.,
Khruangbin,
Pere Ubu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Terry Callier,
Brothers Johnson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Shuggie Otis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Litter,
Godley & Creme,
The Seeds,
Stiv Bators,
The Gun Club,
Suicide,
The Velvet Underground,
Soul II Soul,
Adolescents,
Bootsy Collins,
Laurel Aitken,
Cal Tjader,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bluetip,
The Remains,
Mr. Review,
Interpol,
The Last Poets,
Faust,
EPMD,
Flash Fearless,
Jeff Lynne,
Ohio Players,
Fatback Band,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Sherman,
Severed Heads,
The Star Department,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.