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 Greece and from Bremen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 MC5 to the electroclash 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
K-Klass,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Judy Mowatt,
X-102,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Althea and Donna,
H. Thieme,
The Selecter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cybotron,
Masters at Work,
Mary Jane Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sonic Youth,
Soul Sonic Force,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Cale,
Terrestrial Tones,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bill Wells,
The Index,
Robert Hood,
Ornette Coleman,
Y Pants,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Index,
T.S.O.L.,
Desert Stars,
the Normal,
The Seeds,
The Real Kids,
Ten City,
Zapp,
Ronnie Foster,
Yellowson,
Radio Birdman,
Amon Düül,
Magma,
Pulsallama,
Essential Logic,
Peter and Kerry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
David Axelrod,
The Velvet Underground,
Babytalk,
The Last Poets,
L. Decosne,
Dennis Brown,
Country Teasers,
Scratch Acid,
Schoolly D,
The Divine Comedy,
Minny Pops,
Panda Bear,
Organ,
The Music Machine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Davy DMX,
Darondo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.