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 Rwanda and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Fugs to the jazz 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Joey Negro,
The Blackbyrds,
Amazonics,
Ken Boothe,
kango's stein massive,
Dave Gahan,
Hasil Adkins,
The Standells,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Trumans Water,
Connie Case,
Organ,
The Dirtbombs,
Sparks,
Marmalade,
Icehouse,
Piero Umiliani,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Harmonia,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Throbbing Gristle,
Clear Light,
Funkadelic,
Blancmange,
The Gories,
Groovy Waters,
Grauzone,
Carl Craig,
Mars,
David McCallum,
The Flesh Eaters,
Skaos,
John Holt,
Harry Pussy,
Agent Orange,
Sound Behaviour,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pylon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Make Up,
Nick Fraelich,
the Soft Cell,
Guru Guru,
The Barracudas,
EPMD,
Lungfish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Trojans,
The Searchers,
Jandek,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
One Last Wish,
Deakin,
Scion,
The Skatalites,
Barrington Levy,
Tears for Fears,
Jawbox,
Max Romeo,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.