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 Guinea and from Accra.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Dave Gahan to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
The Moleskins,
Charles Mingus,
Talk Talk,
Livin' Joy,
Yellowson,
Wings,
Lakeside,
The Velvet Underground,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gories,
Ten City,
Dual Sessions,
Newcleus,
Adolescents,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Malaria!,
Average White Band,
Cybotron,
Janne Schatter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Donny Hathaway,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
David Axelrod,
the Normal,
New York Dolls,
Robert Wyatt,
Quadrant,
The Modern Lovers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camberwell Now,
Aural Exciters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
T.S.O.L.,
The Electric Prunes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brass Construction,
Sandy B,
Sonic Youth,
Maleditus Sound,
48th St. Collective,
Mission of Burma,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nick Fraelich,
Brick,
Funky Four + One,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Suicide,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Leaves,
Underground Resistance,
John Cale,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.