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 Mongolia and from Tokyo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the dance 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Bill Wells,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nico,
Main Source,
The Kinks,
Yusef Lateef,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dennis Brown,
Alison Limerick,
Mission of Burma,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Procol Harum,
Sixth Finger,
The Motions,
Schoolly D,
The Dave Clark Five,
Darondo,
Blossom Toes,
Eli Mardock,
Arab on Radar,
Radio Birdman,
Soft Cell,
Depeche Mode,
New Age Steppers,
Davy DMX,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Slits,
The Monochrome Set,
Derrick May,
Ossler,
Aural Exciters,
Andrew Hill,
New York Dolls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Flash Fearless,
Reuben Wilson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kool Moe Dee,
Angry Samoans,
The Last Poets,
Whodini,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mark Hollis,
Panda Bear,
Tomorrow,
Moebius,
Magma,
Grey Daturas,
Con Funk Shun,
Scrapy,
The Skatalites,
The Cure,
The Star Department,
Minutemen,
Quando Quango,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Divine Comedy,
Harmonia,
David McCallum,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.