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 Congo and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Danielle Patucci to the funk 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez 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?
Gastr Del Sol,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scientists,
Bill Near,
Country Teasers,
Yellowson,
Jacob Miller,
Joy Division,
Shuggie Otis,
Quantec,
Magma,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang Green,
Dave Gahan,
Masters at Work,
Reagan Youth,
The Moody Blues,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
China Crisis,
Babytalk,
Gil Scott Heron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Robert Görl,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dual Sessions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kenny Larkin,
Stiv Bators,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Los Fastidios,
Scion,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fire Engines,
Howard Jones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aloha Tigers,
Wasted Youth,
Harmonia,
Byron Stingily,
Excepter,
Graham Central Station,
The Evens,
Henry Cow,
Schoolly D,
Pagans,
Reuben Wilson,
Hasil Adkins,
Mission of Burma,
the Sonics,
H. Thieme,
Fluxion,
K-Klass,
Pylon,
U.S. Maple,
Al Stewart,
Monks,
Jawbox,
Saccharine Trust,
Barry Ungar,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.