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 Indonesia and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 E-Dancer to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Lydon,
The Sonics,
Man Parrish,
Ice-T,
Yazoo,
The Mojo Men,
David McCallum,
R.M.O.,
Magma,
Roxy Music,
Radio Birdman,
The Blues Magoos,
Toni Rubio,
Liliput,
Yellowson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Index,
Ornette Coleman,
Big Daddy Kane,
EPMD,
Hasil Adkins,
Johnny Clarke,
Erykah Badu,
Arthur Verocai,
Ralphi Rosario,
Agitation Free,
Peter & Gordon,
The Offenders,
Tommy Roe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Inner City,
Popol Vuh,
Crash Course in Science,
Kool Moe Dee,
X-101,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Busters,
Shuggie Otis,
Gabor Szabo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cheater Slicks,
The Kinks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pole,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Red Krayola,
The Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
X-102,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultravox,
Ituana,
Gang of Four,
New Age Steppers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Thee Headcoats,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.