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 Azerbaijan and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 KRS-One to the punk 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scrapy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Outsiders,
Japan,
Spoonie Gee,
Darondo,
The Count Five,
Tres Demented,
Harmonia,
Absolute Body Control,
Liliput,
Black Flag,
Zero Boys,
Crooked Eye,
Y Pants,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Josef K,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Funkadelic,
Letta Mbulu,
Banda Bassotti,
Neu!,
Cluster,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Susan Cadogan,
The Velvet Underground,
Dual Sessions,
The Toasters,
Ultravox,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Glambeats Corp.,
cv313,
The Standells,
The Fuzztones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Au Pairs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Five Americans,
Marine Girls,
Jeff Mills,
Jimmy McGriff,
Blossom Toes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Unrelated Segments,
The Names,
Reuben Wilson,
Iggy Pop,
Inner City,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Index,
Connie Case,
Khruangbin,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Sherman,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Television Personalities,
Aswad,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.