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 Azerbaijan and from Halifax.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Chris Corsano to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Dead Boys,
Rekid,
Angry Samoans,
Toni Rubio,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fuzztones,
ABC,
Howard Jones,
Organ,
Sight & Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
X-Ray Spex,
Intrusion,
Iggy Pop,
Mr. Review,
The Last Poets,
The Human League,
The Music Machine,
Eddi Front,
Lower 48,
Skriet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Urselle,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Charles Mingus,
The Seeds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Siglo XX,
The Monks,
Joensuu 1685,
Cecil Taylor,
Schoolly D,
The Fortunes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Severed Heads,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gladiators,
Visage,
Model 500,
Isaac Hayes,
The Selecter,
kango's stein massive,
Rufus Thomas,
Dark Day,
Anakelly,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Raincoats,
Ronnie Foster,
David McCallum,
The Motions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Popol Vuh,
The Smiths,
Jawbox,
AZ,
Surgeon,
The Mojo Men,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.