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 Jakarta.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Smog to the electroclash 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mad Mike,
Circle Jerks,
Mandrill,
Sex Pistols,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Byrd,
The Human League,
The Smoke,
Don Cherry,
The Sonics,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kayak,
KRS-One,
Duran Duran,
Blossom Toes,
Marvin Gaye,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fugazi,
Surgeon,
Ohio Players,
Cecil Taylor,
Roy Ayers,
Angry Samoans,
Y Pants,
The Associates,
Popol Vuh,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Talk Talk,
Cameo,
Section 25,
Underground Resistance,
The Moody Blues,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gladiators,
Animal Collective,
Wings,
The Birthday Party,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yellowson,
The Count Five,
Kurtis Blow,
Procol Harum,
The Walker Brothers,
X-101,
Nas,
Livin' Joy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sixth Finger,
Bill Near,
Jimmy McGriff,
Oblivians,
the Bar-Kays,
Subhumans,
Flipper,
Tim Buckley,
Gong,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.