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 Uruguay and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Khruangbin to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Velvet Underground,
The Monks,
Gong,
Barry Ungar,
The Golliwogs,
Kas Product,
Dennis Brown,
Deadbeat,
Carl Craig,
Surgeon,
Sparks,
Chris Corsano,
Prince Buster,
The Techniques,
Vainqueur,
The Slits,
The Beau Brummels,
Steve Hackett,
the Slits,
Audionom,
The Angels of Light,
Rufus Thomas,
Crooked Eye,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lower 48,
The Last Poets,
Iggy Pop,
Stetsasonic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bluetip,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Misunderstood,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cure,
The Doobie Brothers,
Spandau Ballet,
Blancmange,
Can,
Aloha Tigers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fortunes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roger Hodgson,
Supertramp,
Aswad,
Dark Day,
Albert Ayler,
The Knickerbockers,
Suburban Knight,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Buckinghams,
Pussy Galore,
Swell Maps,
The Monochrome Set,
The Moody Blues,
Robert Hood,
The Residents,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.