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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Brothers Johnson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Swell Maps,
Johnny Clarke,
Eric B and Rakim,
Flamin' Groovies,
Godley & Creme,
Howard Jones,
Unrelated Segments,
Chrome,
The Pretty Things,
The Beau Brummels,
Bad Manners,
Tomorrow,
Cybotron,
The Seeds,
Piero Umiliani,
Susan Cadogan,
Outsiders,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Sheep,
Whodini,
F. McDonald,
Tres Demented,
Rufus Thomas,
Sandy B,
Organ,
Sun City Girls,
Inner City,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cramps,
The Doors,
Flipper,
Blake Baxter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fugs,
Silicon Teens,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cure,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Massinfluence,
Michelle Simonal,
Magma,
Rekid,
Tommy Roe,
Pussy Galore,
The Barracudas,
Basic Channel,
LL Cool J,
Neu!,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Martian,
Loose Ends,
Sam Rivers,
Lucky Dragons,
Porter Ricks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.