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 Kyrgyzstan and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Offenders to the disco 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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?
The Remains,
Q65,
Pagans,
Supertramp,
Susan Cadogan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fall,
Wolf Eyes,
Simply Red,
New Order,
48th St. Collective,
Soul II Soul,
London Community Gospel Choir,
LL Cool J,
Con Funk Shun,
David Bowie,
Crash Course in Science,
Niagra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Colin Newman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cluster,
The Velvet Underground,
Metal Thangz,
Rites of Spring,
The Trojans,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Blues Magoos,
The Vogues,
Sister Nancy,
The Mummies,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Moleskins,
The Kinks,
Wally Richardson,
Rufus Thomas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
B.T. Express,
Nik Kershaw,
Danielle Patucci,
Ice-T,
kango's stein massive,
Althea and Donna,
Shuggie Otis,
Grey Daturas,
Nas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rod Modell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Goldenarms,
Siglo XX,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sugar Minott,
E-Dancer,
Alton Ellis,
Surgeon,
The Raincoats,
Godley & Creme,
Wasted Youth,
Robert Wyatt,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.