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 Kyrgyzstan and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 Black Flag to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
June Days,
The Fuzztones,
Roy Ayers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hot Snakes,
Outsiders,
Visage,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minutemen,
Flash Fearless,
The Cramps,
K-Klass,
John Holt,
The Cure,
ABC,
Oneida,
Skaos,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Terry Callier,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gong,
Fear,
Sound Behaviour,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fall,
Crooked Eye,
Cameo,
Donny Hathaway,
Ornette Coleman,
Arthur Verocai,
The Last Poets,
Animal Collective,
The Black Dice,
Suburban Knight,
Grauzone,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Morten Harket,
Whodini,
The Slits,
Mandrill,
Ken Boothe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Velvet Underground,
The Doors,
Frankie Knuckles,
Urselle,
cv313,
Zapp,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultra Naté,
The Fugs,
The Selecter,
Amon Düül,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dual Sessions,
Absolute Body Control,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.