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 Senegal and from Tokyo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Arthur Verocai to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain 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?
Television Personalities,
Drexciya,
Mantronix,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Womack,
Funky Four + One,
Avey Tare,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Bananas,
Roy Ayers,
Nik Kershaw,
Al Stewart,
Unrelated Segments,
Country Teasers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Juan Atkins,
The Grass Roots,
Ultimate Spinach,
Vainqueur,
Eric Copeland,
The J.B.'s,
Minutemen,
The Happenings,
The Sound,
Black Flag,
Eve St. Jones,
One Last Wish,
Barbara Tucker,
The Knickerbockers,
Barry Ungar,
The Blues Magoos,
Young Marble Giants,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Livin' Joy,
The Stooges,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Lydon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New Age Steppers,
Boredoms,
Connie Case,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
John Cale,
10cc,
The Cowsills,
D'Angelo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jandek,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dawn Penn,
Aural Exciters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Tremeloes,
Mission of Burma,
The Fortunes,
Yellowson,
Ituana,
Thee Headcoats,
Main Source,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.