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 Lebanon and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe 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 Rotary Connection 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Amon Düül,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
La Düsseldorf,
Roxy Music,
Desert Stars,
Soft Cell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brothers Johnson,
Camouflage,
James White and The Blacks,
Wolf Eyes,
World's Most,
Faraquet,
Essential Logic,
Electric Prunes,
Organ,
Boredoms,
Bang On A Can,
the Sonics,
Subhumans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lungfish,
The Saints,
Joe Finger,
Duran Duran,
Leonard Cohen,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eve St. Jones,
Eurythmics,
The Seeds,
Pagans,
Slick Rick,
Anakelly,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fad Gadget,
kango's stein massive,
Cluster,
The Happenings,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Accadde A,
Bauhaus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Divine Comedy,
Peter and Kerry,
Joensuu 1685,
OOIOO,
Khruangbin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Normal,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hardrive,
The Birthday Party,
Neu!,
Angry Samoans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
D'Angelo,
The Pop Group,
Erykah Badu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.