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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Heaven 17 to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Tres Demented,
Amazonics,
Rhythm & Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
Magazine,
Quantec,
JFA,
Interpol,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hot Snakes,
Gong,
T. Rex,
U.S. Maple,
Sister Nancy,
Lower 48,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
8 Eyed Spy,
Faraquet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Skaos,
Banda Bassotti,
Hasil Adkins,
Alice Coltrane,
Brothers Johnson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Stooges,
Japan,
John Foxx,
Unwound,
L. Decosne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Surgeon,
Alton Ellis,
Khruangbin,
Camberwell Now,
Al Stewart,
Camouflage,
Ohio Players,
Mission of Burma,
Pere Ubu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Soft Cell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ornette Coleman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Con Funk Shun,
June Days,
The Invisible,
The Moody Blues,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Judy Mowatt,
The Electric Prunes,
The Mummies,
Circle Jerks,
The Red Krayola,
the Sonics,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.