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 Brazil and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Bill Near,
Marmalade,
Half Japanese,
FM Einheit,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Freddie Wadling,
Yazoo,
Althea and Donna,
Motorama,
Fad Gadget,
Letta Mbulu,
Infiniti,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Country Teasers,
Supertramp,
Michelle Simonal,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sex Pistols,
Fugazi,
Judy Mowatt,
Pere Ubu,
Max Romeo,
Nas,
Crooked Eye,
Maurizio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fire Engines,
Arab on Radar,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Masters at Work,
Organ,
Alison Limerick,
The Cowsills,
World's Most,
Saccharine Trust,
Todd Terry,
Duran Duran,
Glenn Branca,
The Velvet Underground,
Kool Moe Dee,
Harpers Bizarre,
OOIOO,
Jacob Miller,
Charles Mingus,
The Invisible,
Urselle,
The Knickerbockers,
Scott Walker,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gong,
The Slackers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Reed,
Tomorrow,
The Golliwogs,
Jeff Lynne,
Sarah Menescal,
John Cale,
Rites of Spring,
Stetsasonic,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.