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 Swaziland and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 The Offenders to the funk 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Hot Snakes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bob Dylan,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Index,
Amon Düül II,
Severed Heads,
Lower 48,
The New Christs,
Anthony Braxton,
Swans,
Robert Görl,
Black Pus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Zeros,
Dorothy Ashby,
David McCallum,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DNA,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Peter and Kerry,
Pussy Galore,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Grass Roots,
The Wake,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joe Smooth,
Tears for Fears,
Groovy Waters,
Quando Quango,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Whodini,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crash Course in Science,
U.S. Maple,
Banda Bassotti,
Jacques Brel,
Organ,
Echospace,
Delta 5,
Faust,
Rapeman,
cv313,
Warsaw,
The Names,
Surgeon,
Michelle Simonal,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Walker Brothers,
The American Breed,
Slick Rick,
Ossler,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Danielle Patucci,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Delon & Dalcan,
La Düsseldorf,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.