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 Beijing.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Steve Hackett to the grime 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Guru Guru,
Sight & Sound,
Ultra Naté,
Bill Near,
The Seeds,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hardrive,
Black Flag,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eric Copeland,
Rotary Connection,
The Wake,
Jeff Mills,
Motorama,
Joy Division,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Pretty Things,
Soft Cell,
Y Pants,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barbara Tucker,
The Mojo Men,
H. Thieme,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marine Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dennis Brown,
The Fugs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Parry Music,
The Doobie Brothers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Knickerbockers,
Boredoms,
Flamin' Groovies,
Blake Baxter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mantronix,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marc Almond,
Drexciya,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tim Buckley,
Johnny Clarke,
Fugazi,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Alarm Clocks,
Symarip,
Blancmange,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Litter,
Schoolly D,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Quantec,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.