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 Togo and from Bremen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe 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 The Barracudas to the rock 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ornette Coleman,
Reuben Wilson,
Neu!,
Half Japanese,
Basic Channel,
Brick,
Hashim,
Second Layer,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yazoo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Freddie Wadling,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Happenings,
Boogie Down Productions,
8 Eyed Spy,
Make Up,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pagans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camberwell Now,
Khruangbin,
Das Ding,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mark Hollis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Colin Newman,
Pierre Henry,
The Buckinghams,
Scratch Acid,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marc Almond,
The Barracudas,
Rakim,
John Cale,
Q and Not U,
Davy DMX,
Monolake,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Harry Pussy,
Lucky Dragons,
Byron Stingily,
The Five Americans,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Young Rascals,
Roy Ayers,
X-101,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rekid,
Japan,
Accadde A,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
New Age Steppers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.