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 Kyrgyzstan and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Flash Fearless to the funk 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Move,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barbara Tucker,
Khruangbin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Danielle Patucci,
World's Most,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Groovy Waters,
Whodini,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The J.B.'s,
Joey Negro,
Deepchord,
Chrome,
June Days,
ABC,
Trumans Water,
Ossler,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Cale,
Judy Mowatt,
Harmonia,
Brand Nubian,
Quando Quango,
Marshall Jefferson,
Newcleus,
The Slackers,
Marvin Gaye,
The Toasters,
The Trojans,
Suburban Knight,
Steve Hackett,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pylon,
Quadrant,
Stiv Bators,
Tres Demented,
The Doors,
Nation of Ulysses,
Prince Buster,
Royal Trux,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Andrew Hill,
Freddie Wadling,
Inner City,
Banda Bassotti,
8 Eyed Spy,
JFA,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Metal Thangz,
KRS-One,
Funkadelic,
Livin' Joy,
Josef K,
Au Pairs,
AZ,
Fela Kuti,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.