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 Kuwait and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pretty Things to the jazz 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Jesper Dahlback,
Drexciya,
The Beau Brummels,
Letta Mbulu,
Danielle Patucci,
Henry Cow,
Loose Ends,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Animal Collective,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fatback Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nils Olav,
Fat Boys,
ABC,
Robert Wyatt,
X-101,
Bill Wells,
One Last Wish,
Q65,
Deadbeat,
Malaria!,
Moss Icon,
The Last Poets,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Count Five,
The Remains,
The Names,
Kurtis Blow,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kerrie Biddell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fire Engines,
Whodini,
F. McDonald,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brick,
Excepter,
Eden Ahbez,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Byrd,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roxette,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pulsallama,
The Slackers,
Bush Tetras,
The Vogues,
Janne Schatter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Clear Light,
Davy DMX,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Reed,
Josef K,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Niagra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.