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 Kyrgyzstan and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Slackers to the disco 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Groovy Waters,
In Retrospect,
Rekid,
The Fire Engines,
the Slits,
Jerry's Kids,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Dead C,
Matthew Halsall,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Maurizio,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ronnie Foster,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Connie Case,
Banda Bassotti,
World's Most,
Duran Duran,
Jeff Lynne,
Cheater Slicks,
Sight & Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Bar-Kays,
Model 500,
Sällskapet,
Hardrive,
Whodini,
The American Breed,
Gastr Del Sol,
Susan Cadogan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Suburban Knight,
Tom Boy,
Gong,
Glambeats Corp.,
Niagra,
Pagans,
Oneida,
Laurel Aitken,
Chrome,
John Lydon,
Stereo Dub,
Blake Baxter,
Gichy Dan,
Scion,
Drexciya,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Music Machine,
The Smiths,
Pussy Galore,
Funky Four + One,
Amon Düül,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Human League,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sex Pistols,
X-101,
The Fortunes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.