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 Armenia and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Agitation Free to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Schoolly D,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Misunderstood,
Crispy Ambulance,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joey Negro,
The Barracudas,
Stereo Dub,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kayak,
Brick,
Main Source,
The Motions,
Kas Product,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Toasters,
Faust,
Lakeside,
Rosa Yemen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tom Boy,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Albert Ayler,
Minutemen,
Nick Fraelich,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Buzzcocks,
R.M.O.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jerry's Kids,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sound Behaviour,
Brass Construction,
Alton Ellis,
The Saints,
Saccharine Trust,
Wally Richardson,
Sister Nancy,
Susan Cadogan,
Morten Harket,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grey Daturas,
The Seeds,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crash Course in Science,
Echospace,
Adolescents,
The Gap Band,
L. Decosne,
Grauzone,
Rufus Thomas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jeff Mills,
Ronan,
Audionom,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.