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 Somalia and from Shanghai.
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 Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Motorama to the rock 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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack 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?
Underground Resistance,
The United States of America,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gories,
Eve St. Jones,
The Velvet Underground,
Lungfish,
Khruangbin,
Ronnie Foster,
Leonard Cohen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Youth Brigade,
Barrington Levy,
Jacques Brel,
Blancmange,
Scratch Acid,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Dave Clark Five,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yaz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sugar Minott,
Robert Hood,
Cheater Slicks,
Flipper,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Echospace,
The Index,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Agitation Free,
Amon Düül II,
Deakin,
Althea and Donna,
Darondo,
Ludus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The New Christs,
Godley & Creme,
Kenny Larkin,
Scion,
David Axelrod,
Das Ding,
The Motions,
Supertramp,
Alton Ellis,
Freddie Wadling,
Quando Quango,
Camberwell Now,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Talk Talk,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Smog,
Shuggie Otis,
Amon Düül,
Lindisfarne,
The Real Kids,
Boz Scaggs,
Juan Atkins,
Amazonics,
Isaac Hayes,
Sight & Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.