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 San Marino and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar 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 Barclay James Harvest to the techno 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fatback Band,
Morten Harket,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sällskapet,
Basic Channel,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brothers Johnson,
Chris & Cosey,
X-101,
Amon Düül II,
Dawn Penn,
Marine Girls,
Roy Ayers,
Excepter,
Nas,
The Motions,
Sister Nancy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Laurel Aitken,
10cc,
The Leaves,
Avey Tare,
Adolescents,
Judy Mowatt,
Tres Demented,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kurtis Blow,
Jawbox,
The Trojans,
Alice Coltrane,
The Walker Brothers,
Peter & Gordon,
Marc Almond,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lightning Bolt,
Amon Düül,
Eddi Front,
K-Klass,
Idris Muhammad,
Scion,
The Barracudas,
Yaz,
Bobby Byrd,
Chris Corsano,
Desert Stars,
Bang On A Can,
The Gories,
The Standells,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Flag,
B.T. Express,
Depeche Mode,
The Buckinghams,
June Days,
Minny Pops,
John Lydon,
Man Parrish,
Bad Manners,
Electric Prunes,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.