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 Thailand and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Pierre Henry to the dance 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Sonics,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dawn Penn,
Gabor Szabo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gong,
Blake Baxter,
The Martian,
Toni Rubio,
Nils Olav,
Lucky Dragons,
Mad Mike,
In Retrospect,
Monks,
Scientists,
Donald Byrd,
The Litter,
Simply Red,
The Pop Group,
48th St. Collective,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sex Pistols,
Siglo XX,
The Buckinghams,
Silicon Teens,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Cale,
The New Christs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lightning Bolt,
The Electric Prunes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gladiators,
Leonard Cohen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Janne Schatter,
Neil Young,
The Searchers,
Quadrant,
Nas,
Underground Resistance,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DJ Sneak,
Newcleus,
Matthew Halsall,
The Smiths,
Minor Threat,
Dark Day,
Icehouse,
The Gories,
Pierre Henry,
FM Einheit,
Charles Mingus,
Blossom Toes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pantytec,
The Blackbyrds,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.