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 Brazil 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Newcleus to the jazz 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo 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?
Youth Brigade,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barbara Tucker,
Jeff Mills,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Sonics,
Dual Sessions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
One Last Wish,
Wasted Youth,
Rod Modell,
The Fugs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rosa Yemen,
Bill Near,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dead Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Stooges,
The Blackbyrds,
The Velvet Underground,
John Holt,
Bluetip,
The Golliwogs,
Tomorrow,
Junior Murvin,
Boredoms,
Los Fastidios,
Roy Ayers,
Altered Images,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cramps,
Joy Division,
Little Man,
Average White Band,
Half Japanese,
Lower 48,
Alice Coltrane,
Bad Manners,
New Order,
Fad Gadget,
Mo-Dettes,
New York Dolls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
10cc,
The Modern Lovers,
the Slits,
MC5,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marvin Gaye,
The Red Krayola,
Slave,
These Immortal Souls,
Man Parrish,
The Fire Engines,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Visage,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.