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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe 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 Dark Day to the funk 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Moon,
Ituana,
Bush Tetras,
Crime,
Desert Stars,
U.S. Maple,
Index,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Swans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fad Gadget,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
World's Most,
The Five Americans,
The Dead C,
Peter & Gordon,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Pus,
Hashim,
Barrington Levy,
Colin Newman,
Steve Hackett,
Boogie Down Productions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
MDC,
Scion,
Bill Wells,
Make Up,
Mantronix,
Kaleidoscope,
The Moody Blues,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pere Ubu,
Josef K,
Nick Fraelich,
OOIOO,
Crispian St. Peters,
Vainqueur,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Prince Buster,
Malaria!,
Sam Rivers,
The Martian,
Howard Jones,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roger Hodgson,
Eli Mardock,
Angry Samoans,
KRS-One,
Alton Ellis,
Stereo Dub,
Marvin Gaye,
Zero Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
Alice Coltrane,
The Walker Brothers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sixth Finger,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.