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 Mongolia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Index,
New Age Steppers,
Goldenarms,
Outsiders,
Lungfish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Maleditus Sound,
Fear,
Arab on Radar,
Buzzcocks,
Shoche,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jandek,
The Dirtbombs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lalo Schifrin,
Livin' Joy,
Flash Fearless,
The Slits,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cure,
Wire,
Carl Craig,
KRS-One,
The Trojans,
Lou Christie,
Terry Callier,
The Fire Engines,
Dawn Penn,
Magma,
Idris Muhammad,
La Düsseldorf,
Niagra,
Accadde A,
Scientists,
Brand Nubian,
The Selecter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Infiniti,
Althea and Donna,
The Kinks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Donald Byrd,
The Detroit Cobras,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fuzztones,
Black Moon,
Steve Hackett,
The Cramps,
Electric Prunes,
Barrington Levy,
Ronnie Foster,
Warsaw,
Lee Hazlewood,
Basic Channel,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.