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 Nicaragua and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Nas to the techno 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Talk Talk,
The Sonics,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yazoo,
Donny Hathaway,
Zero Boys,
a-ha,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Invisible,
Rod Modell,
The Cowsills,
Popol Vuh,
Brothers Johnson,
Michelle Simonal,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Normal,
The Stooges,
Pierre Henry,
The Misunderstood,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sixth Finger,
DJ Sneak,
The Blues Magoos,
The Red Krayola,
The Music Machine,
Sex Pistols,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gap Band,
Aloha Tigers,
The Toasters,
Roger Hodgson,
Supertramp,
Chris Corsano,
Warsaw,
The Searchers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lyres,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Babytalk,
Peter & Gordon,
Hot Snakes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultravox,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camouflage,
Newcleus,
Nico,
Technova,
Janne Schatter,
Animal Collective,
Main Source,
Thee Headcoats,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Excepter,
Harry Pussy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.