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 Uruguay and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Easy Going,
Monolake,
The Martian,
Dual Sessions,
X-102,
Pere Ubu,
Das Ding,
Nik Kershaw,
The Human League,
The Remains,
Graham Central Station,
The Smiths,
Curtis Mayfield,
D'Angelo,
Schoolly D,
The Last Poets,
The Electric Prunes,
The Black Dice,
New Age Steppers,
Dead Boys,
Surgeon,
Deadbeat,
Peter & Gordon,
Half Japanese,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fluxion,
Roy Ayers,
Fad Gadget,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ken Boothe,
The Dirtbombs,
Traffic Nightmare,
EPMD,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hashim,
Arthur Verocai,
Tom Boy,
Ultra Naté,
Hasil Adkins,
The Young Rascals,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cowsills,
Vladislav Delay,
Television,
The Five Americans,
New York Dolls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Barracudas,
Cheater Slicks,
Unrelated Segments,
Davy DMX,
Funkadelic,
Donald Byrd,
Infiniti,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.