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 Korea North and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes 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 Con Funk Shun to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Gabor Szabo,
Moss Icon,
The Sonics,
Mars,
Glenn Branca,
Gichy Dan,
Angry Samoans,
June Days,
Al Stewart,
Soul Sonic Force,
Steve Hackett,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jawbox,
Cluster,
The Golliwogs,
Minor Threat,
PIL,
Sight & Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nick Fraelich,
Panda Bear,
Eric Dolphy,
Fugazi,
Heaven 17,
Funky Four + One,
Kas Product,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Parry Music,
Tres Demented,
June of 44,
Con Funk Shun,
New Order,
Section 25,
Lee Hazlewood,
Prince Buster,
MC5,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
F. McDonald,
Wolf Eyes,
Rod Modell,
Second Layer,
Connie Case,
Faust,
Kerrie Biddell,
Amon Düül II,
Neil Young,
The Dead C,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Byron Stingily,
Susan Cadogan,
Zapp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Names,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Toni Rubio,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hoover,
Barry Ungar,
Boredoms,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.