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 Germany 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Hoover to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Fela Kuti,
Nik Kershaw,
The Kinks,
Alice Coltrane,
Arab on Radar,
Man Parrish,
Magma,
Cheater Slicks,
Section 25,
Peter and Kerry,
48th St. Collective,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Blues Magoos,
The Young Rascals,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lee Hazlewood,
Funkadelic,
Q65,
Television Personalities,
Kaleidoscope,
Sandy B,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tom Boy,
The Barracudas,
The Gap Band,
The Slits,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jerry's Kids,
Deadbeat,
DNA,
Motorama,
Skriet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Organ,
Trumans Water,
Eurythmics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joe Finger,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Chrome,
Black Moon,
Audionom,
Jandek,
The Fire Engines,
Joe Smooth,
Make Up,
Neil Young,
Metal Thangz,
Faraquet,
Rites of Spring,
Lalann,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jacques Brel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Thompson Twins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Japan,
Ultravox,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül II,
Pagans,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.