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 Uzbekistan and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Lower 48,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marc Almond,
Q and Not U,
David Axelrod,
B.T. Express,
Infiniti,
Mad Mike,
The Cure,
Organ,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soft Cell,
Ornette Coleman,
Joe Smooth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Electric Prunes,
F. McDonald,
Davy DMX,
Sun Ra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Buzzcocks,
The Tremeloes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Donald Byrd,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Index,
The Remains,
In Retrospect,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Archie Shepp,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fatback Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roxette,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Quando Quango,
Derrick Morgan,
Soul II Soul,
Minutemen,
Todd Rundgren,
Magma,
Roy Ayers,
Blossom Toes,
Shuggie Otis,
Desert Stars,
Stereo Dub,
Jerry's Kids,
Moby Grape,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Magazine,
Sam Rivers,
H. Thieme,
Byron Stingily,
Japan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.