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 Papua New Guinea and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Buckinghams to the funk 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Cheater Slicks,
The Black Dice,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Terry Callier,
Youth Brigade,
8 Eyed Spy,
Schoolly D,
Moebius,
Cybotron,
The Count Five,
Fugazi,
Radio Birdman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Intrusion,
Todd Rundgren,
Josef K,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gun Club,
Glenn Branca,
Faust,
Robert Wyatt,
Nils Olav,
The United States of America,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Reed,
Sonny Sharrock,
Masters at Work,
Andrew Hill,
Ponytail,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Electric Prunes,
John Coltrane,
Colin Newman,
Bauhaus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Man Parrish,
Interpol,
The Fire Engines,
Pere Ubu,
The Young Rascals,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Vainqueur,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tim Buckley,
Magma,
Kaleidoscope,
Thompson Twins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Amazonics,
Amon Düül,
Harmonia,
The Dirtbombs,
Loose Ends,
The Fugs,
The Beau Brummels,
Patti Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
Simply Red,
Panda Bear,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.