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 Dominica and from Spokane.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Bizarre Inc. to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Erasure,
Cluster,
Dawn Penn,
Nas,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Starr,
Moby Grape,
Bluetip,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Birthday Party,
The Fugs,
D'Angelo,
The Music Machine,
Mandrill,
Rites of Spring,
Ossler,
JFA,
David McCallum,
Bill Near,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fear,
Idris Muhammad,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gap Band,
Prince Buster,
Jesper Dahlback,
Don Cherry,
Godley & Creme,
Television Personalities,
The Dead C,
Vladislav Delay,
These Immortal Souls,
New Age Steppers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Angels of Light,
Joensuu 1685,
Bad Manners,
Desert Stars,
The Fall,
Los Fastidios,
cv313,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crash Course in Science,
Nils Olav,
Curtis Mayfield,
Magazine,
ABC,
Niagra,
The Kinks,
Connie Case,
Cecil Taylor,
The Vogues,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Laurel Aitken,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eric Copeland,
X-101,
Shuggie Otis,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.