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 Norway and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 Gerry Rafferty to the grime 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Al Stewart,
Dawn Penn,
John Holt,
The Pop Group,
The Offenders,
F. McDonald,
Altered Images,
OOIOO,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Womack,
Talk Talk,
Joe Smooth,
Maurizio,
Popol Vuh,
Mr. Review,
Inner City,
Circle Jerks,
Babytalk,
Goldenarms,
Sparks,
Shuggie Otis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sixth Finger,
Albert Ayler,
the Germs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Negative Approach,
Pere Ubu,
Anthony Braxton,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
T. Rex,
The Invisible,
Can,
The Moody Blues,
Hashim,
Sam Rivers,
Theoretical Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scott Walker,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nirvana,
Barry Ungar,
Radiopuhelimet,
Subhumans,
Visage,
Don Cherry,
Reuben Wilson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brick,
Freddie Wadling,
Avey Tare,
Aloha Tigers,
The Blues Magoos,
The Trojans,
Model 500,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Connie Case,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.