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 Jordan and from Edmonton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 Bang On A Can to the rap 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Simply Red,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Terry Callier,
David Axelrod,
Dawn Penn,
Wolf Eyes,
The Doors,
Barbara Tucker,
Make Up,
Livin' Joy,
Angry Samoans,
Country Teasers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roy Ayers,
Severed Heads,
Spoonie Gee,
Alton Ellis,
Marine Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Symarip,
Thee Headcoats,
Moebius,
Arcadia,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Adolescents,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jacob Miller,
Pantaleimon,
Brass Construction,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yazoo,
Cluster,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultravox,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Stooges,
New Age Steppers,
Ronnie Foster,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pylon,
Deakin,
The Smoke,
Eddi Front,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Association,
The Real Kids,
Crash Course in Science,
Mission of Burma,
Ossler,
Quando Quango,
R.M.O.,
The Associates,
Bluetip,
Rapeman,
Donald Byrd,
The Motions,
The Names,
Heaven 17,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.