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 Antigua and from Copenhagen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Amon Düül II to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Infiniti,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Angels of Light,
The Star Department,
The Dirtbombs,
Alison Limerick,
Unwound,
Monks,
The Last Poets,
The American Breed,
Peter & Gordon,
The Wake,
Animal Collective,
Radio Birdman,
Neil Young,
Surgeon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Los Fastidios,
Arthur Verocai,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Idris Muhammad,
These Immortal Souls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Saccharine Trust,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Warren Ellis,
Das Ding,
Carl Craig,
Outsiders,
Boz Scaggs,
Funkadelic,
Lyres,
Todd Rundgren,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Dead C,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fluxion,
The Blackbyrds,
The Raincoats,
The Busters,
X-102,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Oblivians,
Inner City,
The Gladiators,
Cecil Taylor,
Gong,
Lakeside,
Rotary Connection,
Wings,
Jeff Mills,
The Cramps,
Pylon,
Brick,
Japan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Index,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.