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 Kenya and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Glambeats Corp. to the disco 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Masters at Work,
Toni Rubio,
Derrick Morgan,
Index,
Surgeon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Liliput,
June of 44,
John Coltrane,
Harry Pussy,
Anakelly,
The Raincoats,
Harmonia,
Minny Pops,
Oneida,
D'Angelo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eve St. Jones,
Ronnie Foster,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dark Day,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Loose Ends,
Freddie Wadling,
Japan,
Patti Smith,
Gastr Del Sol,
Peter & Gordon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brass Construction,
Pagans,
The Zeros,
Icehouse,
Magma,
David Axelrod,
Marcia Griffiths,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cal Tjader,
Joy Division,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Durutti Column,
Goldenarms,
Ludus,
Nik Kershaw,
Camouflage,
Amon Düül,
Anthony Braxton,
Excepter,
Visage,
Soft Cell,
Popol Vuh,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joe Finger,
Letta Mbulu,
Make Up,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.