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 Cameroon and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Walker Brothers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
CMW,
Mission of Burma,
The Tremeloes,
The Beau Brummels,
The Birthday Party,
Black Pus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Anthony Braxton,
the Sonics,
Tears for Fears,
Kenny Larkin,
Cal Tjader,
Harry Pussy,
Thompson Twins,
Con Funk Shun,
Toni Rubio,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pussy Galore,
Soft Machine,
Make Up,
Iggy Pop,
Easy Going,
The Remains,
Smog,
The Blackbyrds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eurythmics,
Bill Wells,
Grey Daturas,
Suburban Knight,
Cybotron,
The Invisible,
Stereo Dub,
Derrick May,
Q and Not U,
The Knickerbockers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Circle Jerks,
John Cale,
Michelle Simonal,
Swell Maps,
Pantaleimon,
The Durutti Column,
A Certain Ratio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Saints,
AZ,
Bizarre Inc.,
Moss Icon,
Donald Byrd,
Animal Collective,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bootsy Collins,
Sarah Menescal,
Half Japanese,
Cluster,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.