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 Czech Republic and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar 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 John Coltrane to the jazz 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Kas Product,
Ossler,
Jeff Mills,
The United States of America,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barry Ungar,
Icehouse,
The Sonics,
Royal Trux,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pylon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Blancmange,
LL Cool J,
Crime,
Mo-Dettes,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Residents,
Magma,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stiv Bators,
Roy Ayers,
Mandrill,
The Zeros,
Rod Modell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Young Marble Giants,
Adolescents,
Alison Limerick,
Man Parrish,
Metal Thangz,
The Alarm Clocks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sex Pistols,
Joey Negro,
Mission of Burma,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Star Department,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Boredoms,
Ten City,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Red Krayola,
The Litter,
Grey Daturas,
The Barracudas,
Dual Sessions,
Clear Light,
The Black Dice,
Lightning Bolt,
The Mummies,
Sight & Sound,
In Retrospect,
KRS-One,
Jacques Brel,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Pus,
Bad Manners,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.