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 Nicaragua and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 Don Cherry to the jazz 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
R.M.O.,
Duran Duran,
Thee Headcoats,
Danielle Patucci,
Khruangbin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Smoke,
The Music Machine,
L. Decosne,
Marmalade,
Todd Rundgren,
10cc,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Magma,
Echospace,
Scion,
Throbbing Gristle,
Icehouse,
The Pretty Things,
Wolf Eyes,
Tres Demented,
Dawn Penn,
Chrome,
Clear Light,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dark Day,
The Star Department,
Mars,
Marvin Gaye,
The Zeros,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yellowson,
Shoche,
UT,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
Half Japanese,
Country Teasers,
Crime,
Jeff Lynne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Womack,
Kenny Larkin,
Nirvana,
Archie Shepp,
Qualms,
Pole,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Infiniti,
Pussy Galore,
Bang On A Can,
It's A Beautiful Day,
In Retrospect,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ponytail,
The Velvet Underground,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.