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 Laos 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Hasil Adkins to the grunge 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Grauzone,
Neu!,
Altered Images,
Qualms,
Royal Trux,
Sound Behaviour,
Boz Scaggs,
Barry Ungar,
Easy Going,
Davy DMX,
Fear,
Lindisfarne,
Quando Quango,
New York Dolls,
Sarah Menescal,
Avey Tare,
The Mojo Men,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Johnny Clarke,
The Residents,
Cybotron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Unrelated Segments,
The Golliwogs,
La Düsseldorf,
Interpol,
Aaron Thompson,
Can,
David McCallum,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Darondo,
Second Layer,
The Martian,
Brand Nubian,
KRS-One,
The Dead C,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Young Rascals,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sparks,
Barrington Levy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Symarip,
B.T. Express,
David Axelrod,
Boredoms,
Yazoo,
Monks,
The Doors,
Half Japanese,
Vainqueur,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Seeds,
Drexciya,
Audionom,
Main Source,
Public Image Ltd.,
Albert Ayler,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.