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 Libya and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the funk 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Groovy Waters,
Zapp,
Agitation Free,
Lalann,
Dawn Penn,
Robert Wyatt,
Essential Logic,
EPMD,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deakin,
Pole,
Maurizio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Searchers,
Peter and Kerry,
Aswad,
Gang Green,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Harmonia,
H. Thieme,
Public Enemy,
Oneida,
John Foxx,
Avey Tare,
ABC,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
This Heat,
Bluetip,
Loose Ends,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ossler,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Young Marble Giants,
New York Dolls,
Bauhaus,
K-Klass,
Gregory Isaacs,
In Retrospect,
Magazine,
Glambeats Corp.,
Talk Talk,
Sam Rivers,
Simply Red,
The Electric Prunes,
Tomorrow,
Outsiders,
Ronan,
Carl Craig,
The Offenders,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alice Coltrane,
The Modern Lovers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Dead C,
Deadbeat,
Joey Negro,
The Pretty Things,
Suicide,
Porter Ricks,
Flipper,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.