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 Hungary and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 Althea and Donna to the dance 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Index,
Marc Almond,
Make Up,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Albert Ayler,
LL Cool J,
Marine Girls,
Guru Guru,
UT,
Magazine,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rites of Spring,
the Swans,
the Normal,
Vainqueur,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Blancmange,
kango's stein massive,
Mo-Dettes,
Thee Headcoats,
Maurizio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jacques Brel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
R.M.O.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Walker Brothers,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Slits,
Kurtis Blow,
Quando Quango,
Archie Shepp,
Michelle Simonal,
D'Angelo,
Bang On A Can,
The Velvet Underground,
Depeche Mode,
Supertramp,
Aswad,
Terrestrial Tones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minor Threat,
Warsaw,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hot Snakes,
Oblivians,
Yaz,
Babytalk,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Moody Blues,
Blossom Toes,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gladiators,
Das Ding,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.