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 Israel and from Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rakim to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gun Club,
Kas Product,
Au Pairs,
New Order,
Iggy Pop,
Bronski Beat,
Carl Craig,
the Human League,
EPMD,
LL Cool J,
Fear,
kango's stein massive,
L. Decosne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dennis Brown,
Lyres,
Sun City Girls,
Albert Ayler,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Leonard Cohen,
Jimmy McGriff,
Shoche,
Black Flag,
The Monks,
The Fire Engines,
Sugar Minott,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ossler,
Crooked Eye,
Khruangbin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grey Daturas,
Youth Brigade,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Con Funk Shun,
Jawbox,
The American Breed,
The Motions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fall,
Skarface,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Country Teasers,
Scion,
The Knickerbockers,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Christie,
The Red Krayola,
Amon Düül,
The Mummies,
T. Rex,
Judy Mowatt,
Aswad,
Radio Birdman,
Harmonia,
Nation of Ulysses,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.