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 Qatar and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Organ 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Cameo,
Todd Rundgren,
Jawbox,
The Detroit Cobras,
Massinfluence,
The Barracudas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lalo Schifrin,
JFA,
Robert Hood,
The Trojans,
The Real Kids,
Be Bop Deluxe,
New York Dolls,
Hoover,
Ludus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Average White Band,
Livin' Joy,
Jandek,
Albert Ayler,
The Martian,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Derrick May,
Colin Newman,
The Raincoats,
X-Ray Spex,
The Smiths,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stetsasonic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sun City Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Erykah Badu,
Tim Buckley,
Swans,
Second Layer,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Deakin,
Visage,
AZ,
Skaos,
Sister Nancy,
This Heat,
The Count Five,
Echospace,
Ultra Naté,
The New Christs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Moleskins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Pus,
The Skatalites,
Half Japanese,
Stereo Dub,
Shuggie Otis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.