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 Cambodia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the guitar 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 Skaos to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Janne Schatter,
Joe Smooth,
The Smoke,
Gastr Del Sol,
Peter and Kerry,
Stiv Bators,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lucky Dragons,
Fat Boys,
Marine Girls,
Rakim,
Aural Exciters,
The Last Poets,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Faust,
Aloha Tigers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Porter Ricks,
Con Funk Shun,
A Certain Ratio,
Rufus Thomas,
Shuggie Otis,
Animal Collective,
Tommy Roe,
Jawbox,
Black Pus,
Gang Green,
Nation of Ulysses,
Al Stewart,
Yusef Lateef,
The Black Dice,
Fela Kuti,
Youth Brigade,
D'Angelo,
Pylon,
Marc Almond,
Shoche,
Don Cherry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fortunes,
The Names,
Amon Düül,
The Monochrome Set,
The Music Machine,
The Dirtbombs,
Inner City,
Can,
Royal Trux,
Agent Orange,
Scott Walker,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eddi Front,
Tears for Fears,
Whodini,
Peter & Gordon,
Mr. Review,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.