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 Thailand and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 Intrusion to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Piero Umiliani,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
World's Most,
Barrington Levy,
The Evens,
The Standells,
The Names,
The J.B.'s,
Bush Tetras,
Spandau Ballet,
In Retrospect,
La Düsseldorf,
Brand Nubian,
Cybotron,
Lyres,
Slave,
The Five Americans,
Thompson Twins,
The Cramps,
Hasil Adkins,
Fear,
The Associates,
Rod Modell,
Jawbox,
Yaz,
Icehouse,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dual Sessions,
Khruangbin,
the Human League,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Accadde A,
The Mojo Men,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Parry Music,
Crash Course in Science,
Roy Ayers,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Red Krayola,
KRS-One,
Terry Callier,
Moebius,
Tom Boy,
Brothers Johnson,
The Move,
John Coltrane,
The Beau Brummels,
Zapp,
Ronnie Foster,
Alison Limerick,
A Certain Ratio,
Outsiders,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eve St. Jones,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Residents,
MC5,
Barclay James Harvest,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.