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 Pakistan and from Mumbai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lindisfarne to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Pylon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Average White Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
China Crisis,
ABBA,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Derrick Morgan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Stooges,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Negative Approach,
Black Pus,
Amon Düül II,
Gong,
The Pretty Things,
R.M.O.,
Andrew Hill,
The Fire Engines,
Neu!,
Nils Olav,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minutemen,
Archie Shepp,
The Move,
Crispian St. Peters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
New York Dolls,
Simply Red,
Tubeway Army,
Scott Walker,
Throbbing Gristle,
F. McDonald,
Agent Orange,
Eve St. Jones,
Shuggie Otis,
Alison Limerick,
Underground Resistance,
Nirvana,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bob Dylan,
Jandek,
The Residents,
Yazoo,
Brand Nubian,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Zeros,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Animal Collective,
Ice-T,
The Divine Comedy,
Nick Fraelich,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bill Wells,
Soulsonic Force,
Maurizio,
Marvin Gaye,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.