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 Guatemala and from Houston.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe 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 dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Royal Family And The Poor,
Sugar Minott,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Guru Guru,
Ossler,
Franke,
Rosa Yemen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
E-Dancer,
Man Eating Sloth,
Man Parrish,
Hot Snakes,
Sandy B,
Youth Brigade,
Terry Callier,
Popol Vuh,
Minor Threat,
Lower 48,
Banda Bassotti,
This Heat,
Royal Trux,
The Stooges,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Babytalk,
Janne Schatter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Althea and Donna,
Fear,
The Slackers,
The Busters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Excepter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Victims,
Bronski Beat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Buckinghams,
Brand Nubian,
KRS-One,
Livin' Joy,
The Last Poets,
Panda Bear,
Wings,
Graham Central Station,
Dead Boys,
Minutemen,
The Seeds,
Marvin Gaye,
Warsaw,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rod Modell,
Easy Going,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Surgeon,
Stetsasonic,
Lyres,
The Index,
The Cowsills,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.