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 Guyana and from Beijing.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 Brick to the dance 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav 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?
The Red Krayola,
Matthew Bourne,
Surgeon,
K-Klass,
Gil Scott Heron,
Thompson Twins,
Moby Grape,
Eddi Front,
Cameo,
The Gladiators,
Swell Maps,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Bar-Kays,
Janne Schatter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crime,
Althea and Donna,
Vladislav Delay,
Au Pairs,
Loose Ends,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Star Department,
Malaria!,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Toni Rubio,
Erasure,
The Wake,
Pierre Henry,
The Litter,
Inner City,
Thee Headcoats,
Danielle Patucci,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Flash Fearless,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
AZ,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The J.B.'s,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Robert Hood,
Radio Birdman,
The Cowsills,
Motorama,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scratch Acid,
The Residents,
Rosa Yemen,
Cheater Slicks,
Lakeside,
The Slackers,
Deepchord,
The Detroit Cobras,
Drexciya,
Mantronix,
The Durutti Column,
Sonic Youth,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.