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 Romania and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Qualms to the disco 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Sheep,
Stereo Dub,
The Fire Engines,
Sällskapet,
Todd Terry,
Crash Course in Science,
Eddi Front,
Masters at Work,
The Saints,
Nick Fraelich,
Amon Düül,
Vainqueur,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cowsills,
Ponytail,
Khruangbin,
Anakelly,
Loose Ends,
Flash Fearless,
June Days,
Bill Wells,
The Moody Blues,
Pussy Galore,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Swell Maps,
Henry Cow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Remains,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Darondo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nas,
D'Angelo,
Animal Collective,
Thompson Twins,
The Last Poets,
The Human League,
10cc,
Surgeon,
Arcadia,
The United States of America,
AZ,
Hasil Adkins,
Maurizio,
In Retrospect,
The Buckinghams,
Eric Dolphy,
Suburban Knight,
The Sound,
The Real Kids,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Althea and Donna,
Johnny Osbourne,
Goldenarms,
The Skatalites,
Yusef Lateef,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.