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 Korea South and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Martian to the rock 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Graham Central Station,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Mummies,
Public Enemy,
Josef K,
Deadbeat,
Amon Düül,
The Motions,
Morten Harket,
The Saints,
Infiniti,
Tommy Roe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Moon,
Technova,
The Seeds,
Nirvana,
Lee Hazlewood,
Make Up,
Agent Orange,
Rapeman,
Yusef Lateef,
Sun City Girls,
Howard Jones,
Circle Jerks,
Dark Day,
Underground Resistance,
The Star Department,
Dennis Brown,
Q and Not U,
Drive Like Jehu,
Buzzcocks,
Junior Murvin,
Nik Kershaw,
Livin' Joy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Todd Terry,
Donald Byrd,
Television Personalities,
Excepter,
The Divine Comedy,
Altered Images,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pharoah Sanders,
OOIOO,
Neu!,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Byrd,
Funkadelic,
Bill Near,
LL Cool J,
Bauhaus,
Gichy Dan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Skaos,
The Selecter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Supertramp,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.