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 San Marino and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Eric Dolphy to the grunge 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Crooked Eye,
Lindisfarne,
The Residents,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nico,
The Durutti Column,
Pussy Galore,
Franke,
The Standells,
Yellowson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Subhumans,
Moss Icon,
Organ,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fire Engines,
Arab on Radar,
Radiohead,
Amazonics,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Neon Judgement,
Howard Jones,
Kurtis Blow,
Buzzcocks,
Tres Demented,
Arcadia,
Black Bananas,
Monks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Moon,
R.M.O.,
Wire,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
L. Decosne,
Black Flag,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minutemen,
Blossom Toes,
The Modern Lovers,
Ten City,
The Velvet Underground,
Davy DMX,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Japan,
Boredoms,
John Foxx,
Gong,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Real Kids,
World's Most,
Hashim,
Loose Ends,
Kool Moe Dee,
Magazine,
Erykah Badu,
The Tremeloes,
Stereo Dub,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.