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 Togo and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Funkadelic to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
The Leaves,
Theoretical Girls,
Audionom,
The Standells,
Interpol,
Erykah Badu,
Mr. Review,
Saccharine Trust,
Pussy Galore,
Ronan,
Charles Mingus,
The Zeros,
The Black Dice,
John Cale,
The Toasters,
Procol Harum,
Pantytec,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Chrome,
Archie Shepp,
Agent Orange,
Ten City,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang of Four,
The Gun Club,
Robert Wyatt,
the Sonics,
Can,
Aural Exciters,
OOIOO,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Trojans,
Hasil Adkins,
Little Man,
Slave,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Real Kids,
DJ Style,
Au Pairs,
Spandau Ballet,
The Index,
Blancmange,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hoover,
Alice Coltrane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pharoah Sanders,
In Retrospect,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Smoke,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Franke,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cowsills,
Pylon,
Pantaleimon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Faust,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jerry's Kids,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.