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 Hungary and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nas,
Average White Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Susan Cadogan,
The Misunderstood,
Cheater Slicks,
Charles Mingus,
Anthony Braxton,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sparks,
Cal Tjader,
Ice-T,
Radio Birdman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Reagan Youth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Motorama,
Black Flag,
Monolake,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Motions,
Yellowson,
Minnie Riperton,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joe Smooth,
Ponytail,
Mars,
Scrapy,
Rakim,
Groovy Waters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
David McCallum,
The Moleskins,
Danielle Patucci,
Girls At Our Best!,
Malaria!,
Stereo Dub,
World's Most,
The Move,
Roy Ayers,
The Index,
The Techniques,
Panda Bear,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Durutti Column,
Tropical Tobacco,
Isaac Hayes,
Unwound,
Brick,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Youth Brigade,
Andrew Hill,
Freddie Wadling,
David Bowie,
Section 25,
The United States of America,
Eden Ahbez,
Bizarre Inc.,
Byron Stingily,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.