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 El Salvador 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Cecil Taylor to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Scratch Acid,
Nirvana,
Moebius,
Mad Mike,
Robert Görl,
David Bowie,
The Birthday Party,
Dual Sessions,
Crooked Eye,
Television,
R.M.O.,
New York Dolls,
Khruangbin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Delta 5,
a-ha,
Underground Resistance,
Piero Umiliani,
Sixth Finger,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fat Boys,
Maurizio,
Frankie Knuckles,
Girls At Our Best!,
Funky Four + One,
The Smoke,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gladiators,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Womack,
Skarface,
Laurel Aitken,
Flash Fearless,
Silicon Teens,
This Heat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
World's Most,
Hardrive,
Chris Corsano,
Cymande,
ABBA,
the Human League,
Dawn Penn,
Metal Thangz,
Lightning Bolt,
Toni Rubio,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Buckinghams,
Organ,
Barry Ungar,
Josef K,
Sun Ra,
Kurtis Blow,
Von Mondo,
Alison Limerick,
Infiniti,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.