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 Colombia and from Mexico City.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ten City to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
World's Most,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Wake,
Matthew Halsall,
Malaria!,
Marcia Griffiths,
Danielle Patucci,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stereo Dub,
Gong,
The Kinks,
the Slits,
Amon Düül II,
Zapp,
Flash Fearless,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Radiopuhelimet,
Chrome,
Japan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Janne Schatter,
The Electric Prunes,
the Swans,
Swell Maps,
Motorama,
DJ Sneak,
Suicide,
Zero Boys,
Panda Bear,
ABBA,
Mark Hollis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dennis Brown,
Wings,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cure,
T. Rex,
Icehouse,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nik Kershaw,
Faust,
Neu!,
the Fania All-Stars,
48th St. Collective,
Smog,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stiv Bators,
Minnie Riperton,
Gichy Dan,
Harmonia,
The Martian,
10cc,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rakim,
Judy Mowatt,
The Moleskins,
Animal Collective,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Half Japanese,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.