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 Gabon and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Raincoats to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Boogie Down Productions,
Japan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Toni Rubio,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ohio Players,
Rakim,
The Index,
Vladislav Delay,
Underground Resistance,
The Moleskins,
In Retrospect,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Malaria!,
Jerry's Kids,
Outsiders,
Bootsy Collins,
Matthew Bourne,
Quadrant,
Scion,
Barclay James Harvest,
Chrome,
Lou Christie,
Don Cherry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Sound,
Circle Jerks,
The Monks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Reed,
Anakelly,
The Beau Brummels,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Tremeloes,
Nik Kershaw,
David McCallum,
Andrew Hill,
AZ,
Visage,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Reagan Youth,
Cluster,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Todd Rundgren,
Marmalade,
Newcleus,
Deepchord,
48th St. Collective,
Sun Ra,
Symarip,
Oneida,
Average White Band,
The Saints,
Panda Bear,
Stetsasonic,
Moss Icon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Flamin' Groovies,
New Age Steppers,
Neu!,
Blake Baxter,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.