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 Niger and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 Electric Prunes to the funk 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
The Vogues,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barbara Tucker,
Carl Craig,
Harmonia,
The Real Kids,
Godley & Creme,
Absolute Body Control,
The Durutti Column,
Danielle Patucci,
Public Image Ltd.,
Chris Corsano,
Roxy Music,
Scientists,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sugar Minott,
Fatback Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sun City Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Anakelly,
the Association,
The Mummies,
Bronski Beat,
Ossler,
The Flesh Eaters,
Susan Cadogan,
Pylon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Judy Mowatt,
Prince Buster,
T. Rex,
Eric Dolphy,
Donny Hathaway,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cramps,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Procol Harum,
The Kinks,
kango's stein massive,
Rites of Spring,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Pretty Things,
The American Breed,
Panda Bear,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Quantec,
Siglo XX,
The Angels of Light,
The Techniques,
The United States of America,
Desert Stars,
The Evens,
John Cale,
Lucky Dragons,
Aaron Thompson,
LL Cool J,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.