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 Tunisia and from Milan.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Modern Lovers to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Von Mondo,
Procol Harum,
The Index,
Talk Talk,
Make Up,
Crispy Ambulance,
Q65,
MDC,
Archie Shepp,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joey Negro,
Pierre Henry,
Ken Boothe,
Black Flag,
Sixth Finger,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Shoche,
Thompson Twins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mark Hollis,
Cal Tjader,
Iggy Pop,
Fear,
The Fugs,
Steve Hackett,
The Detroit Cobras,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sparks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Moss Icon,
The Remains,
Smog,
Underground Resistance,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aural Exciters,
The Walker Brothers,
The Martian,
Kurtis Blow,
Reuben Wilson,
Buzzcocks,
These Immortal Souls,
KRS-One,
David McCallum,
Maurizio,
The Five Americans,
The Fall,
Derrick May,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yaz,
Wally Richardson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Skaos,
Audionom,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
EPMD,
Unrelated Segments,
David Bowie,
Intrusion,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.