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 Netherlands and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
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 synthesizer 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Amon Düül,
Outsiders,
Q65,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Pus,
Liliput,
Second Layer,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joe Finger,
Gang Green,
One Last Wish,
Television Personalities,
Kurtis Blow,
Newcleus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Skaos,
Rapeman,
DJ Style,
The Birthday Party,
Rekid,
Bauhaus,
Susan Cadogan,
Sixth Finger,
The Cowsills,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Boz Scaggs,
Scientists,
Minnie Riperton,
Morten Harket,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Moody Blues,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Funky Four + One,
The Selecter,
The Happenings,
The Litter,
Pulsallama,
Scott Walker,
Judy Mowatt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soul II Soul,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Chris Corsano,
Nick Fraelich,
The Real Kids,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wire,
Erykah Badu,
New York Dolls,
EPMD,
The Fugs,
Camouflage,
Stereo Dub,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.