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 Yemen and from Halifax.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 KRS-One to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Susan Cadogan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jacob Miller,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Buckinghams,
Bronski Beat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Funkadelic,
Pere Ubu,
The Mojo Men,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brothers Johnson,
The Blackbyrds,
The Misunderstood,
Kayak,
Surgeon,
Fear,
Ronan,
Hoover,
Idris Muhammad,
This Heat,
Television,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Vogues,
Brick,
Silicon Teens,
Scratch Acid,
Alton Ellis,
The Dirtbombs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Byron Stingily,
Pagans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Franke,
X-102,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pylon,
Frankie Knuckles,
T. Rex,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Todd Rundgren,
The Index,
Fat Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
Thee Headcoats,
Darondo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
LL Cool J,
The Moody Blues,
Aural Exciters,
Babytalk,
Boredoms,
Con Funk Shun,
The Moleskins,
Ten City,
Popol Vuh,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Glambeats Corp.,
Absolute Body Control,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.