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 Swaziland and from London.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Toasters to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
The Vogues,
The Slits,
the Slits,
Rekid,
Soft Cell,
Peter and Kerry,
Shuggie Otis,
Alice Coltrane,
John Foxx,
The Happenings,
Wolf Eyes,
Rufus Thomas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rotary Connection,
Donald Byrd,
Boredoms,
Motorama,
Traffic Nightmare,
Silicon Teens,
Goldenarms,
The Evens,
Eric Dolphy,
Basic Channel,
Gichy Dan,
The Golliwogs,
Isaac Hayes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Electric Prunes,
Negative Approach,
Morten Harket,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arab on Radar,
Tom Boy,
The Seeds,
Alphaville,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Oblivians,
Nirvana,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Steve Hackett,
Big Daddy Kane,
Chris & Cosey,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Grass Roots,
Pierre Henry,
L. Decosne,
Faraquet,
Kas Product,
Animal Collective,
Organ,
Roy Ayers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gun Club,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Lydon,
Ponytail,
Shoche,
Ten City,
Kaleidoscope,
cv313,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.