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 Chile and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Procol Harum to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Barry Ungar,
Deepchord,
Byron Stingily,
The Red Krayola,
The Real Kids,
Average White Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pantytec,
Flash Fearless,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cramps,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bill Near,
Pulsallama,
Eric B and Rakim,
JFA,
Malaria!,
The Last Poets,
Public Enemy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Sheep,
Kenny Larkin,
CMW,
Urselle,
DJ Style,
Pharoah Sanders,
Con Funk Shun,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Masters at Work,
Youth Brigade,
Hashim,
Gong,
Stereo Dub,
The Slackers,
Swell Maps,
Adolescents,
The Count Five,
kango's stein massive,
Arcadia,
The Divine Comedy,
Donny Hathaway,
Joe Smooth,
Oneida,
Cecil Taylor,
Sight & Sound,
Slave,
The Trojans,
The Zeros,
Mad Mike,
Juan Atkins,
In Retrospect,
Fluxion,
Stockholm Monsters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aswad,
Shoche,
Michelle Simonal,
Lakeside,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.