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 San Marino and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Y Pants to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Can,
Whodini,
Icehouse,
Avey Tare,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
James White and The Blacks,
Shoche,
Rufus Thomas,
Cheater Slicks,
48th St. Collective,
The Slits,
Nik Kershaw,
Basic Channel,
Bill Wells,
Ultravox,
Albert Ayler,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Qualms,
Television,
Q and Not U,
Crime,
Funky Four + One,
Erasure,
Ornette Coleman,
Pulsallama,
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bluetip,
The New Christs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Warren Ellis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Soft Cell,
Loose Ends,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deepchord,
Popol Vuh,
Marshall Jefferson,
Newcleus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lower 48,
Godley & Creme,
Kevin Saunderson,
Metal Thangz,
Fad Gadget,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
UT,
Au Pairs,
Pantaleimon,
David Bowie,
Chrome,
Zapp,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Bananas,
Soft Machine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.