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 Zimbabwe and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes 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 Simply Red to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scott Walker,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Byrd,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Victims,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Moon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Schoolly D,
D'Angelo,
Lindisfarne,
Barbara Tucker,
Minny Pops,
Icehouse,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hardrive,
The Fuzztones,
Rapeman,
Oblivians,
The Slits,
John Foxx,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crash Course in Science,
Bob Dylan,
Morten Harket,
Black Sheep,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Supertramp,
Essential Logic,
Rekid,
Public Enemy,
Surgeon,
Ornette Coleman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Das Ding,
The Fortunes,
Peter and Kerry,
the Slits,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Beau Brummels,
Freddie Wadling,
Big Daddy Kane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Harmonia,
Buzzcocks,
Ohio Players,
Crime,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Judy Mowatt,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gap Band,
Carl Craig,
Wings,
Pole,
Todd Terry,
Y Pants,
Bronski Beat,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.