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 Mexico and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fifty Foot Hose 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scrapy,
Man Parrish,
Funkadelic,
Letta Mbulu,
Eddi Front,
The Stooges,
Wings,
Fugazi,
Bush Tetras,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grauzone,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dead Boys,
Angry Samoans,
Public Enemy,
Buzzcocks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Little Man,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Amon Düül,
The Velvet Underground,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Blake Baxter,
The Fugs,
Can,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Radiohead,
Anthony Braxton,
Jacob Miller,
Todd Terry,
Andrew Hill,
The Angels of Light,
UT,
Sonic Youth,
X-102,
The Divine Comedy,
Eli Mardock,
Boz Scaggs,
the Bar-Kays,
Make Up,
Ice-T,
Robert Hood,
Parry Music,
Bill Near,
Severed Heads,
Derrick Morgan,
Archie Shepp,
AZ,
Nick Fraelich,
David Axelrod,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cure,
Hasil Adkins,
Eric Dolphy,
Adolescents,
The Count Five,
Marine Girls,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.