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 Iceland and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 Jerry's Kids to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
John Coltrane,
Deepchord,
Pulsallama,
The Fire Engines,
Brand Nubian,
Deakin,
Blossom Toes,
D'Angelo,
The Slackers,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Womack,
Carl Craig,
UT,
F. McDonald,
Main Source,
Iggy Pop,
Steve Hackett,
Derrick Morgan,
Lyres,
Bad Manners,
Monks,
Television,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cowsills,
The Gun Club,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arcadia,
Drexciya,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
kango's stein massive,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Severed Heads,
Royal Trux,
The Associates,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Technova,
Hardrive,
Cameo,
Yazoo,
The Buckinghams,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bush Tetras,
Ice-T,
Boredoms,
A Certain Ratio,
Nik Kershaw,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joensuu 1685,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dark Day,
Marmalade,
Loose Ends,
Theoretical Girls,
Smog,
Moby Grape,
CMW,
Tomorrow,
Erasure,
Rod Modell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.