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 Tonga and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar 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 Soul II Soul to the crunk 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Organ,
The Skatalites,
Absolute Body Control,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jawbox,
The Young Rascals,
Warsaw,
Jerry's Kids,
Young Marble Giants,
Aural Exciters,
Aloha Tigers,
Arthur Verocai,
Franke,
Bobby Womack,
Boz Scaggs,
Surgeon,
Eurythmics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Durutti Column,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alphaville,
Unrelated Segments,
The Misunderstood,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
UT,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
T.S.O.L.,
Fluxion,
Interpol,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Anthony Braxton,
Minny Pops,
World's Most,
Public Enemy,
Black Moon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kerri Chandler,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sun Ra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rod Modell,
Ituana,
Crispian St. Peters,
Banda Bassotti,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Main Source,
Magazine,
Little Man,
Magma,
The Fire Engines,
JFA,
The Trojans,
Cheater Slicks,
Theoretical Girls,
LL Cool J,
David McCallum,
Monks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.