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 Saudi Arabia and from Cairo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the güiro 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 Brothers Johnson to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marc Almond,
Alphaville,
Deepchord,
Parry Music,
Oneida,
Hot Snakes,
The Neon Judgement,
Arab on Radar,
Kerri Chandler,
Stockholm Monsters,
EPMD,
Blossom Toes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dead Boys,
Yaz,
Drive Like Jehu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Martian,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Supertramp,
Quantec,
Animal Collective,
Rakim,
Easy Going,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Interpol,
Archie Shepp,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aaron Thompson,
Chris Corsano,
Black Sheep,
Laurel Aitken,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The United States of America,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Slits,
Byron Stingily,
Juan Atkins,
the Swans,
The Young Rascals,
FM Einheit,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Glenn Branca,
The Angels of Light,
Agent Orange,
One Last Wish,
The Modern Lovers,
Second Layer,
Pulsallama,
Masters at Work,
Mr. Review,
Cheater Slicks,
Jeff Mills,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.