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 Burkina and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 John Cale to the grunge 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
kango's stein massive,
The Electric Prunes,
Aloha Tigers,
Supertramp,
The Move,
Altered Images,
Bootsy Collins,
Los Fastidios,
Harmonia,
Echospace,
The Seeds,
The Star Department,
Masters at Work,
Sonic Youth,
Hardrive,
Slave,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bluetip,
Spoonie Gee,
Sparks,
Swans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Real Kids,
Amon Düül II,
Charles Mingus,
ABBA,
Y Pants,
Boz Scaggs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
LL Cool J,
New York Dolls,
Kerri Chandler,
Joyce Sims,
AZ,
Radio Birdman,
The Gap Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Anthony Braxton,
Moss Icon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang Starr,
Camberwell Now,
Monolake,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Qualms,
L. Decosne,
Donny Hathaway,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
cv313,
Wally Richardson,
Trumans Water,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Angry Samoans,
ABC,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
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.