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 Spain and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Public Enemy,
The Smoke,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jandek,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jawbox,
Isaac Hayes,
Gabor Szabo,
Von Mondo,
Supertramp,
Derrick May,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Mojo Men,
Grauzone,
The Blues Magoos,
Erykah Badu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roxy Music,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ornette Coleman,
Jacques Brel,
Byron Stingily,
Fugazi,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Quando Quango,
Heaven 17,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cameo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Coltrane,
Altered Images,
Boz Scaggs,
Zero Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Oblivians,
Visage,
The Sonics,
Soulsonic Force,
Minnie Riperton,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pet Shop Boys,
Newcleus,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Index,
Connie Case,
Guru Guru,
Jeru the Damaja,
Audionom,
Kevin Saunderson,
Trumans Water,
LL Cool J,
Tommy Roe,
Young Marble Giants,
June Days,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Buckinghams,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.