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 Laos and from New York.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Barrington Levy to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Q and Not U,
Nirvana,
Sparks,
Massinfluence,
Nas,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wings,
Kas Product,
Tropical Tobacco,
Peter and Kerry,
The Busters,
Godley & Creme,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Groovy Waters,
Slave,
The Dave Clark Five,
Todd Rundgren,
U.S. Maple,
Sixth Finger,
Absolute Body Control,
The Remains,
Crime,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eddi Front,
Aloha Tigers,
Man Parrish,
Sandy B,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camberwell Now,
Althea and Donna,
The Names,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
David McCallum,
The Black Dice,
Ossler,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultra Naté,
The Cure,
Los Fastidios,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cymande,
The Fortunes,
The Birthday Party,
Derrick May,
Iggy Pop,
Fat Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Half Japanese,
Don Cherry,
The Count Five,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scratch Acid,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pagans,
In Retrospect,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.