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 Barbados 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Bar-Kays to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Model 500,
Buzzcocks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Can,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Faraquet,
The Moleskins,
The Moody Blues,
Main Source,
Pylon,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cure,
Liliput,
Dawn Penn,
Harmonia,
Jesper Dahlback,
Derrick May,
Oneida,
Cheater Slicks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Young Rascals,
Rites of Spring,
Television Personalities,
Radiohead,
The Dead C,
Trumans Water,
Mandrill,
The Birthday Party,
Boz Scaggs,
Television,
Gang of Four,
The Fugs,
The Modern Lovers,
Neil Young,
Kurtis Blow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soulsonic Force,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minor Threat,
Hoover,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mr. Review,
Scott Walker,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Livin' Joy,
ABBA,
Bauhaus,
Nick Fraelich,
Motorama,
Little Man,
The Victims,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
David McCallum,
Spoonie Gee,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hardrive,
Zero Boys,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.