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 Angola and from New York.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 the Sonics to the jazz 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
The Gun Club,
Monolake,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Von Mondo,
Half Japanese,
The Raincoats,
Scientists,
Bobby Womack,
Barbara Tucker,
Trumans Water,
Aural Exciters,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang of Four,
The Mummies,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alton Ellis,
Sonic Youth,
Shuggie Otis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rites of Spring,
The Black Dice,
Pantytec,
Funkadelic,
Organ,
Blancmange,
Dark Day,
Roxette,
Stiv Bators,
Amon Düül II,
The Saints,
Arab on Radar,
Rapeman,
Matthew Bourne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lower 48,
Colin Newman,
The Modern Lovers,
JFA,
The Five Americans,
E-Dancer,
Schoolly D,
Soft Machine,
Minor Threat,
Warren Ellis,
Scratch Acid,
Jeff Mills,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Leaves,
Fela Kuti,
Tears for Fears,
Bootsy Collins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Warsaw,
Babytalk,
Zero Boys,
D'Angelo,
Bronski Beat,
Ralphi Rosario,
Judy Mowatt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.