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 United Kingdom and from Paris.
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 Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Jeru the Damaja to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy 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 rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Flash Fearless,
Donald Byrd,
One Last Wish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nik Kershaw,
Roxy Music,
The Residents,
The Cosmic Jokers,
A Certain Ratio,
E-Dancer,
Iggy Pop,
Duran Duran,
Man Parrish,
Symarip,
Colin Newman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gong,
Stereo Dub,
Marvin Gaye,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kas Product,
Technova,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gap Band,
R.M.O.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pagans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Audionom,
Simply Red,
the Germs,
Nirvana,
Sound Behaviour,
Country Teasers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Don Cherry,
The Walker Brothers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
JFA,
Theoretical Girls,
Delta 5,
Lou Reed,
Moebius,
the Slits,
Rosa Yemen,
Joe Smooth,
Wire,
Glenn Branca,
Aural Exciters,
John Coltrane,
Alice Coltrane,
Chris & Cosey,
Sister Nancy,
The Music Machine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bootsy Collins,
Monks,
Maleditus Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.