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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 a-ha to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Agent Orange,
Interpol,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stetsasonic,
Bang On A Can,
The Skatalites,
Cluster,
The Saints,
Rosa Yemen,
Intrusion,
The Gap Band,
Ultra Naté,
Pole,
The Names,
Yusef Lateef,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Tremeloes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jimmy McGriff,
David McCallum,
Kaleidoscope,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The United States of America,
The Moleskins,
Magma,
Von Mondo,
Minnie Riperton,
Amazonics,
Sixth Finger,
the Slits,
Joensuu 1685,
Vainqueur,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Todd Terry,
Tom Boy,
Minor Threat,
Neil Young,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Khruangbin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Offenders,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deepchord,
The Martian,
Massinfluence,
Absolute Body Control,
Gastr Del Sol,
June Days,
Black Sheep,
Soft Cell,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dead C,
Althea and Donna,
KRS-One,
Brass Construction,
Model 500,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
10cc,
the Sonics,
Rapeman,
Sight & Sound,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.