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 Dominican Republic and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Drive Like Jehu to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
The Smiths,
Second Layer,
Rosa Yemen,
ABC,
Half Japanese,
Delta 5,
The Gap Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deadbeat,
Minor Threat,
Au Pairs,
Yusef Lateef,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Surgeon,
Camouflage,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ronan,
Brand Nubian,
Peter and Kerry,
Magazine,
The Human League,
The Dirtbombs,
Television,
Con Funk Shun,
Cymande,
Wasted Youth,
FM Einheit,
Severed Heads,
Siglo XX,
Patti Smith,
Reagan Youth,
Barbara Tucker,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang Gang Dance,
Slick Rick,
Ultravox,
Little Man,
Visage,
Arab on Radar,
E-Dancer,
Sun Ra,
Thee Headcoats,
Mars,
Idris Muhammad,
Arthur Verocai,
Parry Music,
The Index,
Janne Schatter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gerry Rafferty,
Interpol,
Outsiders,
Bad Manners,
Desert Stars,
The Blues Magoos,
Maurizio,
Jerry's Kids,
Pierre Henry,
Gang of Four,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.