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 United States and from Calgary.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Peter and Kerry to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Adolescents,
The Barracudas,
Amon Düül II,
Andrew Hill,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Danielle Patucci,
Michelle Simonal,
Deakin,
Intrusion,
Unrelated Segments,
the Fania All-Stars,
Severed Heads,
Skarface,
Piero Umiliani,
Depeche Mode,
Roy Ayers,
Janne Schatter,
Shoche,
Flash Fearless,
Gang Starr,
Public Enemy,
Thee Headcoats,
Groovy Waters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cal Tjader,
Black Moon,
Max Romeo,
Mars,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Selecter,
Unwound,
Erasure,
The Buckinghams,
Porter Ricks,
Hasil Adkins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Robert Hood,
World's Most,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Mojo Men,
Whodini,
Pierre Henry,
Faust,
Josef K,
Harmonia,
Minutemen,
Bill Near,
New York Dolls,
Sun Ra,
Goldenarms,
X-Ray Spex,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Associates,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.