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 Venezuela and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Flamin' Groovies to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Toni Rubio,
F. McDonald,
Thee Headcoats,
David Axelrod,
Pierre Henry,
A Certain Ratio,
D'Angelo,
Wings,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Sherman,
Junior Murvin,
Flipper,
Agitation Free,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cal Tjader,
The Moleskins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Anakelly,
Underground Resistance,
Frankie Knuckles,
Matthew Bourne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Au Pairs,
Letta Mbulu,
Bizarre Inc.,
David Bowie,
Mission of Burma,
Eli Mardock,
Bad Manners,
The Last Poets,
Rites of Spring,
The Shadows of Knight,
Boredoms,
Rapeman,
DJ Style,
Alice Coltrane,
Grauzone,
Isaac Hayes,
KRS-One,
Kas Product,
Sonic Youth,
Alison Limerick,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Monks,
Dave Gahan,
X-101,
Symarip,
Robert Görl,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Surgeon,
Andrew Hill,
The Vogues,
David McCallum,
Ralphi Rosario,
Reagan Youth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sam Rivers,
Angry Samoans,
JFA,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.