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 Tuvalu and from Seoul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the grime 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Altered Images,
Cecil Taylor,
Parry Music,
The Fuzztones,
T. Rex,
Todd Rundgren,
Metal Thangz,
Can,
Patti Smith,
The Gladiators,
Unrelated Segments,
The Wake,
Junior Murvin,
The Leaves,
Moebius,
Boogie Down Productions,
Organ,
Swell Maps,
Darondo,
Eric Copeland,
The Selecter,
Ituana,
Qualms,
Sugar Minott,
Barbara Tucker,
The Five Americans,
Nirvana,
Blossom Toes,
Bauhaus,
Infiniti,
Lightning Bolt,
The Toasters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dark Day,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Evens,
Unwound,
Technova,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rakim,
Lalann,
The Flesh Eaters,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Byrd,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ronnie Foster,
The Angels of Light,
the Slits,
Yellowson,
The Standells,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Names,
the Bar-Kays,
Goldenarms,
Essential Logic,
Buzzcocks,
Sister Nancy,
Eden Ahbez,
Tres Demented,
The Grass Roots,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.