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 Greece and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Theoretical Girls to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dual Sessions,
New York Dolls,
Hot Snakes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joey Negro,
World's Most,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang Green,
Chrome,
Frankie Knuckles,
In Retrospect,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rod Modell,
Supertramp,
Ponytail,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brothers Johnson,
Magma,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barrington Levy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lakeside,
Terry Callier,
Infiniti,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Suicide,
Josef K,
Lower 48,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rapeman,
Roy Ayers,
Eurythmics,
Urselle,
Bang On A Can,
Quadrant,
X-102,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eddi Front,
Fela Kuti,
Theoretical Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The J.B.'s,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wally Richardson,
Wolf Eyes,
FM Einheit,
Alice Coltrane,
Robert Görl,
Organ,
Smog,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gong,
Sonic Youth,
Silicon Teens,
Jawbox,
Anthony Braxton,
Pylon,
Erasure,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.