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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar 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 the Normal to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Von Mondo,
Jeff Mills,
Little Man,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultra Naté,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fad Gadget,
Nirvana,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Busters,
Faust,
Dark Day,
Magma,
John Foxx,
John Coltrane,
Mission of Burma,
Funkadelic,
Joensuu 1685,
Guru Guru,
The Saints,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Iggy Pop,
Barry Ungar,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Country Teasers,
Maleditus Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mo-Dettes,
New Order,
LL Cool J,
Mr. Review,
Arab on Radar,
Gichy Dan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Groovy Waters,
Isaac Hayes,
Sonic Youth,
Livin' Joy,
Lower 48,
Rufus Thomas,
Delta 5,
L. Decosne,
Howard Jones,
World's Most,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
MC5,
Jesper Dahlback,
Easy Going,
Black Pus,
Sex Pistols,
Todd Terry,
Graham Central Station,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Frankie Knuckles,
Harmonia,
Soft Machine,
Gang Starr,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cheater Slicks,
The Barracudas,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.