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 Oman and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 The Saints to the rock 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sixth Finger,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lalann,
Brick,
Ohio Players,
Jacques Brel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Robert Hood,
Metal Thangz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marvin Gaye,
Neu!,
X-102,
The Mojo Men,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camberwell Now,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Maurizio,
Audionom,
Al Stewart,
MC5,
Glenn Branca,
Desert Stars,
Fatback Band,
Bush Tetras,
The Slackers,
Negative Approach,
Alton Ellis,
Roy Ayers,
The Barracudas,
The Moody Blues,
Schoolly D,
Index,
Drexciya,
Black Pus,
Gang Starr,
Dead Boys,
The Last Poets,
48th St. Collective,
Kas Product,
Bauhaus,
The Leaves,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ronan,
The United States of America,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aswad,
Joyce Sims,
Sarah Menescal,
Terry Callier,
Cal Tjader,
The Residents,
World's Most,
Popol Vuh,
Duran Duran,
Fear,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.