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 Mauritania and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 AZ to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
The Fortunes,
Skaos,
The Fuzztones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Max Romeo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Beau Brummels,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roger Hodgson,
Ludus,
Sandy B,
a-ha,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gap Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
AZ,
Jawbox,
Swans,
Symarip,
Curtis Mayfield,
Moss Icon,
Mars,
The Fugs,
Minor Threat,
Alphaville,
Trumans Water,
Arcadia,
Television,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Buzzcocks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The J.B.'s,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Organ,
Ice-T,
Simply Red,
Franke,
Scott Walker,
Nico,
Tommy Roe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Sonics,
Japan,
Camberwell Now,
The Busters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eli Mardock,
Accadde A,
Cybotron,
Gichy Dan,
Steve Hackett,
Erasure,
Shoche,
Hot Snakes,
Electric Prunes,
Guru Guru,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.