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 Turkey and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 New Age Steppers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Faraquet,
Avey Tare,
Ken Boothe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sight & Sound,
B.T. Express,
Electric Prunes,
The Selecter,
John Cale,
Yusef Lateef,
Youth Brigade,
Black Flag,
Derrick May,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Normal,
Glenn Branca,
a-ha,
The Star Department,
Aural Exciters,
Arthur Verocai,
Peter and Kerry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vainqueur,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pussy Galore,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Pretty Things,
Oneida,
the Fania All-Stars,
Charles Mingus,
Ossler,
Crime,
World's Most,
The Beau Brummels,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bill Wells,
The Leaves,
The Evens,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang of Four,
Robert Görl,
Little Man,
The Pop Group,
The Walker Brothers,
One Last Wish,
Isaac Hayes,
Metal Thangz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hoover,
Camouflage,
Jacob Miller,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hot Snakes,
Eric Copeland,
The Associates,
Black Bananas,
The Raincoats,
The Slits,
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.