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 Swaziland and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Crispian St. Peters to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Cheater Slicks,
Circle Jerks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Victims,
Neil Young,
Ludus,
Alphaville,
H. Thieme,
The Zeros,
Dave Gahan,
David McCallum,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Traffic Nightmare,
UT,
Sun City Girls,
Arab on Radar,
Pierre Henry,
Monks,
Minutemen,
The Count Five,
Newcleus,
The Doors,
L. Decosne,
John Foxx,
Pole,
Andrew Hill,
R.M.O.,
ABC,
Eden Ahbez,
Faraquet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scrapy,
Boz Scaggs,
Severed Heads,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Y Pants,
Index,
Alice Coltrane,
Tears for Fears,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scientists,
Faust,
Smog,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Moby Grape,
The Neon Judgement,
Michelle Simonal,
Goldenarms,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Negative Approach,
Reuben Wilson,
Jacques Brel,
Tomorrow,
Cameo,
Slave,
John Coltrane,
Bluetip,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.