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 Bhutan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Sex Pistols to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ronnie Foster,
Tomorrow,
Tommy Roe,
Scrapy,
Mandrill,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Martian,
The Barracudas,
Joy Division,
Circle Jerks,
KRS-One,
Arthur Verocai,
The Move,
Alton Ellis,
Whodini,
Vladislav Delay,
Tom Boy,
Danielle Patucci,
Bronski Beat,
DJ Sneak,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soft Machine,
Gong,
Duran Duran,
Cybotron,
Porter Ricks,
The Moody Blues,
Matthew Halsall,
Bauhaus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Khruangbin,
Minnie Riperton,
Depeche Mode,
Buzzcocks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Index,
Thee Headcoats,
Lindisfarne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Silicon Teens,
Joe Finger,
The Misunderstood,
Soulsonic Force,
Sandy B,
Mad Mike,
Pharoah Sanders,
Underground Resistance,
Little Man,
Joey Negro,
Flipper,
Kerrie Biddell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tres Demented,
Newcleus,
Lower 48,
Kayak,
Ronan,
ABC,
Ohio Players,
Alphaville,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.