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 Jordan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 Camberwell Now to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marvin Gaye,
Minutemen,
Ponytail,
The Music Machine,
Sällskapet,
The Raincoats,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Henry Cow,
Nas,
Smog,
Black Bananas,
PIL,
Tres Demented,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Red Krayola,
Khruangbin,
Groovy Waters,
The Alarm Clocks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ice-T,
Eric Copeland,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Saints,
LL Cool J,
Tropical Tobacco,
Guru Guru,
Television Personalities,
China Crisis,
Sam Rivers,
Urselle,
Massinfluence,
Bang On A Can,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Erykah Badu,
Kaleidoscope,
Severed Heads,
Con Funk Shun,
The Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Electric Prunes,
Yazoo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Janne Schatter,
Eric Dolphy,
Junior Murvin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Adolescents,
This Heat,
The United States of America,
Scott Walker,
Sixth Finger,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Byrd,
Nirvana,
Schoolly D,
Eve St. Jones,
Vainqueur,
The Last Poets,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Arcadia,
John Cale,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.