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 St Lucia and from Bologna.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yaz,
Basic Channel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Connie Case,
Nico,
The Star Department,
New Order,
Guru Guru,
Black Sheep,
The New Christs,
Mantronix,
Mission of Burma,
Joensuu 1685,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fear,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Red Krayola,
The Offenders,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sparks,
Sister Nancy,
Organ,
kango's stein massive,
The Monks,
Vladislav Delay,
New Age Steppers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Parry Music,
Marmalade,
Franke,
Cameo,
The Vogues,
The Blues Magoos,
Glenn Branca,
Morten Harket,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jacques Brel,
The Cramps,
Gang Starr,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fortunes,
The J.B.'s,
Section 25,
The Barracudas,
The Associates,
Sun City Girls,
Colin Newman,
B.T. Express,
Desert Stars,
Marcia Griffiths,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Doors,
Public Enemy,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.