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 Poland and from London.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 the Swans to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
This Heat,
Basic Channel,
Flipper,
Duran Duran,
The Monks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Todd Terry,
Subhumans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cymande,
David Axelrod,
Ultra Naté,
Amon Düül,
The Cowsills,
Johnny Clarke,
Eric Copeland,
Groovy Waters,
Goldenarms,
Slick Rick,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Stooges,
Livin' Joy,
The Victims,
The Gun Club,
Black Flag,
Absolute Body Control,
Urselle,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wasted Youth,
Man Parrish,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Sherman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Television Personalities,
Minutemen,
Hardrive,
Fatback Band,
DNA,
Skarface,
Inner City,
Yellowson,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gories,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ice-T,
The Star Department,
Sister Nancy,
Bob Dylan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Normal,
Roy Ayers,
A Certain Ratio,
The Last Poets,
Alton Ellis,
Todd Rundgren,
X-102,
Au Pairs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Animal Collective,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.