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 Japan and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Animal Collective to the jazz 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Isaac Hayes,
Erykah Badu,
Franke,
The Fall,
The New Christs,
the Swans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Reuben Wilson,
Graham Central Station,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joey Negro,
Nirvana,
Ronnie Foster,
Fugazi,
Maleditus Sound,
Swell Maps,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pylon,
Barbara Tucker,
Liliput,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gladiators,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Michelle Simonal,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lakeside,
Skaos,
JFA,
Blancmange,
Aural Exciters,
Dennis Brown,
Gong,
Eddi Front,
Sparks,
Audionom,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roxy Music,
Danielle Patucci,
Slave,
Crime,
EPMD,
Sonic Youth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
World's Most,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Mummies,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Swans,
The Happenings,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scott Walker,
Crispy Ambulance,
Q and Not U,
Barry Ungar,
Massinfluence,
Adolescents,
John Cale,
Schoolly D,
Amon Düül,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Victims,
Q65,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.