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 Luxembourg and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Robert Hood to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
The Doors,
Mo-Dettes,
New Age Steppers,
X-Ray Spex,
Rufus Thomas,
The Mojo Men,
The Residents,
Wally Richardson,
Ituana,
Danielle Patucci,
John Cale,
Circle Jerks,
CMW,
Banda Bassotti,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Birthday Party,
K-Klass,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Visage,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Y Pants,
Jacques Brel,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sonic Youth,
Roger Hodgson,
Yazoo,
Grey Daturas,
Minutemen,
Los Fastidios,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Glambeats Corp.,
New York Dolls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Au Pairs,
Das Ding,
Donny Hathaway,
The Knickerbockers,
Agent Orange,
Bush Tetras,
Negative Approach,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sun City Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Terry Callier,
The Motions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Duran Duran,
The Barracudas,
R.M.O.,
Television Personalities,
Lower 48,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dual Sessions,
Stereo Dub,
Sixth Finger,
Todd Rundgren,
Supertramp,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.