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 Sierra Leone and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Junior Murvin to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
David Axelrod,
Dennis Brown,
Derrick Morgan,
Animal Collective,
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare,
Pere Ubu,
The J.B.'s,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mantronix,
Infiniti,
Shuggie Otis,
Essential Logic,
Stetsasonic,
Cluster,
Von Mondo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Agent Orange,
Nation of Ulysses,
Arab on Radar,
Unrelated Segments,
Nick Fraelich,
Cameo,
Michelle Simonal,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Martian,
Moebius,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Last Poets,
Joensuu 1685,
The Victims,
The Selecter,
Black Sheep,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eve St. Jones,
Ronnie Foster,
The Music Machine,
Wire,
June of 44,
Unwound,
Darondo,
Los Fastidios,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fad Gadget,
Roxette,
The Five Americans,
Joe Smooth,
Suicide,
Arthur Verocai,
The Vogues,
The Misunderstood,
Freddie Wadling,
Terrestrial Tones,
Spoonie Gee,
Max Romeo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Audionom,
Funky Four + One,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.