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 Mozambique and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Yazoo to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
David Axelrod,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Can,
Spoonie Gee,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mo-Dettes,
Idris Muhammad,
Boredoms,
The Raincoats,
Leonard Cohen,
Severed Heads,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Electric Prunes,
Derrick Morgan,
Roy Ayers,
Ice-T,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Skaos,
Lucky Dragons,
UT,
Piero Umiliani,
The New Christs,
U.S. Maple,
Altered Images,
Fugazi,
Smog,
Donny Hathaway,
Massinfluence,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Swans,
The Pretty Things,
Skriet,
Lightning Bolt,
Avey Tare,
Excepter,
DNA,
Peter and Kerry,
The Residents,
New Age Steppers,
Nirvana,
Soul II Soul,
Jandek,
Wasted Youth,
The Modern Lovers,
Yaz,
Eric Dolphy,
Pantaleimon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roger Hodgson,
Electric Prunes,
Marvin Gaye,
Alphaville,
Ornette Coleman,
Clear Light,
Quando Quango,
The Doors,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Main Source,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.