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 Uganda and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe 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 Bill Near to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
The Litter,
The Moleskins,
Yusef Lateef,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Quadrant,
Todd Terry,
The Cure,
Electric Prunes,
John Holt,
Magma,
Janne Schatter,
the Association,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Essential Logic,
Matthew Halsall,
The Misunderstood,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
H. Thieme,
Accadde A,
Groovy Waters,
Ultravox,
EPMD,
Subhumans,
Average White Band,
ABC,
Tres Demented,
10cc,
Easy Going,
Lakeside,
Kenny Larkin,
Flipper,
James White and The Blacks,
Sight & Sound,
Joy Division,
Stockholm Monsters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gichy Dan,
Saccharine Trust,
The Detroit Cobras,
Radiopuhelimet,
Peter & Gordon,
Kurtis Blow,
Crime,
Charles Mingus,
Pantaleimon,
Danielle Patucci,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The New Christs,
Jandek,
Japan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sex Pistols,
Metal Thangz,
UT,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
David McCallum,
The Trojans,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.