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 Liberia and from Mumbai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Selecter to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
World's Most,
Warsaw,
Altered Images,
Kas Product,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pagans,
kango's stein massive,
The Blues Magoos,
Judy Mowatt,
Index,
Tommy Roe,
Mars,
DNA,
Gichy Dan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Los Fastidios,
Black Sheep,
Vladislav Delay,
Schoolly D,
ABC,
Popol Vuh,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Smiths,
Flipper,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Toasters,
Bobby Womack,
Circle Jerks,
Lakeside,
The J.B.'s,
Letta Mbulu,
Pantytec,
the Normal,
Marvin Gaye,
Khruangbin,
Sarah Menescal,
Marine Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
Livin' Joy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Terry Callier,
Sam Rivers,
Kayak,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Grass Roots,
Franke,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed,
Funkadelic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rekid,
Arab on Radar,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fortunes,
cv313,
The Dead C,
The Litter,
H. Thieme,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.