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 Uzbekistan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Young Rascals to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Agent Orange,
Amon Düül,
Aloha Tigers,
PIL,
Tomorrow,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Mummies,
Gabor Szabo,
Livin' Joy,
Little Man,
Ossler,
Susan Cadogan,
Lower 48,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mandrill,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Harmonia,
D'Angelo,
Brothers Johnson,
Bauhaus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eden Ahbez,
The Offenders,
Lalo Schifrin,
New Order,
Barrington Levy,
The Zeros,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kayak,
Pagans,
Jawbox,
The Gun Club,
Nick Fraelich,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Busters,
Eve St. Jones,
Cybotron,
Pantytec,
Nils Olav,
Average White Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Thee Headcoats,
Wasted Youth,
Boredoms,
Idris Muhammad,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Leaves,
Marc Almond,
Porter Ricks,
Tommy Roe,
Hot Snakes,
Drexciya,
The Dave Clark Five,
Man Parrish,
Public Enemy,
Suicide,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gories,
Public Image Ltd.,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.