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 Burundi and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Halifax.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Kayak to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pylon,
Janne Schatter,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sugar Minott,
Prince Buster,
Electric Prunes,
Aaron Thompson,
Donald Byrd,
The Kinks,
Patti Smith,
Freddie Wadling,
Wally Richardson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Toni Rubio,
Trumans Water,
Stiv Bators,
The Gladiators,
Pulsallama,
The Vogues,
MC5,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sandy B,
Mr. Review,
Duran Duran,
Fad Gadget,
Eden Ahbez,
Joensuu 1685,
The New Christs,
The American Breed,
The Alarm Clocks,
Buzzcocks,
Intrusion,
Alton Ellis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Chrome,
Harry Pussy,
Gong,
Quantec,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lower 48,
The Mummies,
Ultravox,
Royal Trux,
The Count Five,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DNA,
Soft Cell,
Public Enemy,
Radiohead,
Dark Day,
Brand Nubian,
Skriet,
Michelle Simonal,
Metal Thangz,
John Cale,
Dead Boys,
Lou Christie,
Country Teasers,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.