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 Solomon Islands and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Country Joe & The Fish 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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Marmalade,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joe Finger,
Donny Hathaway,
Tomorrow,
Cybotron,
The Doors,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Traffic Nightmare,
Japan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Peter and Kerry,
MC5,
Tears for Fears,
The Kinks,
The Gories,
Alice Coltrane,
Ronan,
Kurtis Blow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alton Ellis,
Soulsonic Force,
Tubeway Army,
Pussy Galore,
The Human League,
Metal Thangz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scott Walker,
Arthur Verocai,
KRS-One,
The Standells,
Camberwell Now,
Erykah Badu,
The Monks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marc Almond,
Lower 48,
Cecil Taylor,
Oblivians,
Joyce Sims,
Deadbeat,
Skriet,
Zero Boys,
Minutemen,
Crooked Eye,
Lyres,
Eric Dolphy,
New Age Steppers,
Danielle Patucci,
T.S.O.L.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yaz,
Piero Umiliani,
Barbara Tucker,
Michelle Simonal,
Sällskapet,
Urselle,
Deakin,
Adolescents,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.