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 Honduras and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
B.T. Express,
Alphaville,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hardrive,
Pantaleimon,
Easy Going,
Sarah Menescal,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lalo Schifrin,
Franke,
Isaac Hayes,
Cymande,
L. Decosne,
Charles Mingus,
the Human League,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Technova,
Gregory Isaacs,
AZ,
The Gories,
Skriet,
Au Pairs,
MC5,
Hoover,
Ponytail,
The Victims,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yaz,
The Names,
Cecil Taylor,
Prince Buster,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Five Americans,
Fela Kuti,
Banda Bassotti,
Make Up,
Aswad,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Khruangbin,
The Moody Blues,
Marmalade,
Q65,
Juan Atkins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Q and Not U,
The Stooges,
ABC,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joey Negro,
Dawn Penn,
The Fugs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang of Four,
Ralphi Rosario,
Section 25,
Y Pants,
The Zeros,
Livin' Joy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.