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 Israel and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the grime 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scan 7,
Audionom,
Slave,
Arab on Radar,
Jerry's Kids,
Gichy Dan,
ABBA,
Derrick Morgan,
Yusef Lateef,
Nico,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Moleskins,
Qualms,
The Leaves,
The Angels of Light,
The Toasters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mark Hollis,
John Cale,
Agent Orange,
Skriet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
These Immortal Souls,
Agitation Free,
Stockholm Monsters,
Harry Pussy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soulsonic Force,
The Tremeloes,
10cc,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
cv313,
The Red Krayola,
E-Dancer,
Roger Hodgson,
Davy DMX,
Khruangbin,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bob Dylan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Laurel Aitken,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Star Department,
Tomorrow,
Rosa Yemen,
Symarip,
Whodini,
The Wake,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Lydon,
Gang Green,
The Dead C,
Barbara Tucker,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.