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 Ukraine and from Manila.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Standells to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Connie Case,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Babytalk,
Quadrant,
Television,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Detroit Cobras,
Traffic Nightmare,
Moss Icon,
Robert Görl,
Pussy Galore,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fugs,
Archie Shepp,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grey Daturas,
Camberwell Now,
Television Personalities,
Supertramp,
Chris Corsano,
Ornette Coleman,
The Pretty Things,
Albert Ayler,
Aaron Thompson,
KRS-One,
The Slackers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
David Bowie,
Neu!,
Black Bananas,
Cluster,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang of Four,
June Days,
Pole,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Stooges,
The Residents,
Audionom,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fire Engines,
Darondo,
Skaos,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Procol Harum,
H. Thieme,
Howard Jones,
LL Cool J,
Curtis Mayfield,
X-Ray Spex,
Youth Brigade,
Excepter,
Sonny Sharrock,
David Axelrod,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Talk Talk,
John Cale,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.