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 Gabon and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Deadbeat,
The Mummies,
Second Layer,
Goldenarms,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Sherman,
Hoover,
Boredoms,
The Last Poets,
cv313,
LL Cool J,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ponytail,
Cecil Taylor,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Black Dice,
The Music Machine,
Mars,
Khruangbin,
OOIOO,
Lightning Bolt,
Godley & Creme,
Black Pus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Zapp,
John Coltrane,
Laurel Aitken,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Invisible,
Spoonie Gee,
the Germs,
Thee Headcoats,
Underground Resistance,
Kenny Larkin,
Delta 5,
Wasted Youth,
X-102,
Rekid,
Funkadelic,
Circle Jerks,
Chris & Cosey,
Glenn Branca,
Gang of Four,
The Modern Lovers,
Mandrill,
Wolf Eyes,
KRS-One,
The Motions,
Minnie Riperton,
Massinfluence,
Mission of Burma,
Agitation Free,
Porter Ricks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
X-Ray Spex,
DNA,
Yellowson,
Make Up,
Amazonics,
Schoolly D,
Lower 48,
Negative Approach,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.