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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 FM Einheit to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Symarip,
The Litter,
CMW,
The Beau Brummels,
The Techniques,
Drive Like Jehu,
FM Einheit,
Supertramp,
Ponytail,
Skaos,
Shoche,
Joe Smooth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Toni Rubio,
Clear Light,
The Skatalites,
Sparks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wally Richardson,
Accadde A,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scion,
Dead Boys,
Jandek,
Warren Ellis,
New Age Steppers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lyres,
The Kinks,
The Fall,
Vladislav Delay,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Country Teasers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Q and Not U,
Wolf Eyes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jimmy McGriff,
Steve Hackett,
The Evens,
The Fuzztones,
This Heat,
The Selecter,
Funkadelic,
The Dirtbombs,
Hashim,
Urselle,
Joyce Sims,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
D'Angelo,
Marmalade,
UT,
Soulsonic Force,
Tears for Fears,
Audionom,
Aaron Thompson,
Sixth Finger,
Glenn Branca,
The Velvet Underground,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.