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 Bremen.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Carl Craig to the grunge 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
The Dave Clark Five,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Byrd,
James White and The Blacks,
The Buckinghams,
Ituana,
Drexciya,
The Gladiators,
Gang Gang Dance,
PIL,
Neil Young,
The Saints,
Derrick Morgan,
Rakim,
Angry Samoans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sound Behaviour,
Gong,
Deepchord,
Fad Gadget,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cowsills,
The Grass Roots,
a-ha,
The Star Department,
cv313,
Aswad,
Tomorrow,
Fugazi,
Robert Wyatt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Shuggie Otis,
the Human League,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Technova,
the Fania All-Stars,
MDC,
The Trojans,
Connie Case,
Make Up,
Eden Ahbez,
Johnny Clarke,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Urselle,
Oneida,
Japan,
R.M.O.,
Sixth Finger,
The Sonics,
Roy Ayers,
The Cramps,
Scientists,
One Last Wish,
Roxette,
Kas Product,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.