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 Seychelles and from Bremen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the sitar 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 Iggy Pop to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
The Moody Blues,
The Young Rascals,
Scrapy,
New York Dolls,
Michelle Simonal,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lee Hazlewood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lungfish,
The Star Department,
Anthony Braxton,
Davy DMX,
Q65,
Babytalk,
Magazine,
Sun City Girls,
Scan 7,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stereo Dub,
Black Moon,
Judy Mowatt,
Soft Cell,
Radio Birdman,
Whodini,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Flash Fearless,
Derrick May,
Oblivians,
Barry Ungar,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Guru Guru,
One Last Wish,
Black Pus,
Minny Pops,
Ultimate Spinach,
Slick Rick,
Cymande,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dennis Brown,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Flag,
Brothers Johnson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Connie Case,
Godley & Creme,
The Motions,
Darondo,
Porter Ricks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Liliput,
Newcleus,
Agitation Free,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cowsills,
Drive Like Jehu,
Althea and Donna,
Tomorrow,
Skriet,
The Music Machine,
Gastr Del Sol,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.