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 Palau and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 Bar-Kays to the jazz 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Marine Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
Steve Hackett,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dark Day,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soulsonic Force,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crooked Eye,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Stooges,
Yaz,
New York Dolls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Porter Ricks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Main Source,
Zero Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
Donald Byrd,
The Tremeloes,
The Divine Comedy,
Silicon Teens,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pere Ubu,
AZ,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brass Construction,
Crash Course in Science,
Suicide,
Arthur Verocai,
Mad Mike,
Country Teasers,
Amon Düül II,
Lucky Dragons,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tommy Roe,
Dawn Penn,
The Techniques,
Ten City,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Martian,
Blancmange,
Rekid,
Lightning Bolt,
Harpers Bizarre,
Michelle Simonal,
Mary Jane Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
Cecil Taylor,
Wings,
Toni Rubio,
Iggy Pop,
The Electric Prunes,
Make Up,
The Skatalites,
The Monochrome Set,
Nico,
Robert Wyatt,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.