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 Solomon Islands and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
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 rhodes 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 Zero Boys to the rap 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kenny Larkin,
Q and Not U,
Inner City,
Pantaleimon,
Gang of Four,
Masters at Work,
Accadde A,
Grandmaster Flash,
Flipper,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bauhaus,
Faust,
The Grass Roots,
Make Up,
Jacob Miller,
This Heat,
Bizarre Inc.,
Main Source,
Terry Callier,
LL Cool J,
H. Thieme,
Gong,
Barbara Tucker,
CMW,
Nick Fraelich,
Gabor Szabo,
Urselle,
Groovy Waters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Coltrane,
China Crisis,
Desert Stars,
Oneida,
The American Breed,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Surgeon,
Danielle Patucci,
The New Christs,
Al Stewart,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
cv313,
Camouflage,
Mars,
John Cale,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Blues Magoos,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pagans,
The Walker Brothers,
Rufus Thomas,
Country Teasers,
Nirvana,
Reagan Youth,
Bill Near,
Man Parrish,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Index,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.