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 El Salvador and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ 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 Los Fastidios 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Cybotron,
The Motions,
Dawn Penn,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Shuggie Otis,
Public Enemy,
Erasure,
Sparks,
DJ Style,
Sound Behaviour,
Boredoms,
Easy Going,
Bad Manners,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gun Club,
Qualms,
The Searchers,
La Düsseldorf,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roy Ayers,
Malaria!,
The Mummies,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nirvana,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Electric Prunes,
Mo-Dettes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Popol Vuh,
Toni Rubio,
Mission of Burma,
The Doors,
Hasil Adkins,
The Stooges,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Smoke,
Nik Kershaw,
Traffic Nightmare,
Iggy Pop,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Graham Central Station,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Pretty Things,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rakim,
Banda Bassotti,
Nils Olav,
Panda Bear,
The Associates,
Black Moon,
Janne Schatter,
Agent Orange,
Young Marble Giants,
Cheater Slicks,
The Evens,
Brick,
Aloha Tigers,
Pierre Henry,
New Order,
Rekid,
Bobby Womack,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.