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 Kazakhstan and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Infiniti,
Maleditus Sound,
Accadde A,
Sexual Harrassment,
Underground Resistance,
Howard Jones,
Soul II Soul,
In Retrospect,
Tim Buckley,
Sugar Minott,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Birthday Party,
the Slits,
The Red Krayola,
Oblivians,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cowsills,
Groovy Waters,
Hoover,
X-101,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Porter Ricks,
The Divine Comedy,
The Mummies,
Youth Brigade,
Radiopuhelimet,
Maurizio,
Yazoo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joensuu 1685,
Al Stewart,
48th St. Collective,
Stereo Dub,
Wings,
Curtis Mayfield,
One Last Wish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Swans,
DJ Style,
Davy DMX,
kango's stein massive,
Wire,
The Gun Club,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alphaville,
Lee Hazlewood,
Talk Talk,
Niagra,
Iggy Pop,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rakim,
Gang of Four,
Pantytec,
Anakelly,
Ohio Players,
Don Cherry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gong,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.