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 Estonia 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Echospace to the funk 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cal Tjader,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gastr Del Sol,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Graham Central Station,
The Fuzztones,
Theoretical Girls,
Alison Limerick,
Alice Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gerry Rafferty,
Franke,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Stooges,
Intrusion,
Rites of Spring,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kerrie Biddell,
Saccharine Trust,
Royal Trux,
Roger Hodgson,
The Standells,
Spandau Ballet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Severed Heads,
Brothers Johnson,
Letta Mbulu,
Gong,
Half Japanese,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Country Teasers,
Quantec,
Main Source,
Au Pairs,
cv313,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Monks,
Joy Division,
Pantaleimon,
Animal Collective,
David Axelrod,
Aswad,
The Walker Brothers,
Wally Richardson,
Sandy B,
The Smoke,
Rufus Thomas,
Adolescents,
Robert Hood,
Scratch Acid,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eli Mardock,
Von Mondo,
Cheater Slicks,
Funkadelic,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.