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 Ghana and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jacob Miller to the rock 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nick Fraelich,
The Associates,
Slave,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Loose Ends,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nico,
One Last Wish,
Severed Heads,
The Birthday Party,
Bootsy Collins,
Monks,
John Cale,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dark Day,
China Crisis,
Sällskapet,
CMW,
Franke,
Black Moon,
Desert Stars,
Nirvana,
Sonic Youth,
Echospace,
Deepchord,
Sun Ra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tommy Roe,
Yellowson,
The Music Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Symarip,
Nas,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Sheep,
Idris Muhammad,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Excepter,
D'Angelo,
Y Pants,
Roxette,
These Immortal Souls,
Wolf Eyes,
Von Mondo,
Bang On A Can,
Quando Quango,
Jeff Lynne,
Don Cherry,
X-101,
The Fire Engines,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joensuu 1685,
Sun City Girls,
the Association,
The Busters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Walker Brothers,
Skriet,
Reagan Youth,
The Grass Roots,
John Holt,
New Age Steppers,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.