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 Turkey and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gastr Del Sol to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
LL Cool J,
The Star Department,
Wolf Eyes,
Deepchord,
Infiniti,
Barbara Tucker,
Mandrill,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Massinfluence,
Big Daddy Kane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Tremeloes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Real Kids,
Minutemen,
Sällskapet,
Robert Hood,
Sparks,
Fatback Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
X-Ray Spex,
Charles Mingus,
Oneida,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Christie,
Connie Case,
Eve St. Jones,
UT,
Gang of Four,
Roy Ayers,
The Leaves,
Bluetip,
Kool Moe Dee,
Monks,
Dark Day,
Smog,
Tres Demented,
Mark Hollis,
Cecil Taylor,
Little Man,
Slave,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Coltrane,
Glenn Branca,
Kurtis Blow,
AZ,
Rakim,
Jeff Mills,
Schoolly D,
Gang Starr,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Qualms,
Faraquet,
Absolute Body Control,
Banda Bassotti,
Quando Quango,
Toni Rubio,
Underground Resistance,
The Count Five,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.