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 Finland and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Make Up to the jazz 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Steve Hackett,
The Gun Club,
The Invisible,
Agent Orange,
Niagra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Judy Mowatt,
Archie Shepp,
The Associates,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Althea and Donna,
The Misunderstood,
Duran Duran,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The American Breed,
The New Christs,
Bill Wells,
Eurythmics,
Outsiders,
Icehouse,
Cluster,
Sister Nancy,
Deadbeat,
The Busters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hot Snakes,
The Raincoats,
Infiniti,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang Gang Dance,
Little Man,
Depeche Mode,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eric B and Rakim,
Whodini,
Camberwell Now,
Tres Demented,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Kinks,
Connie Case,
Ludus,
Quantec,
Electric Prunes,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Residents,
Prince Buster,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eric Dolphy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Technova,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sam Rivers,
Livin' Joy,
Aswad,
John Cale,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.