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 Sri Lanka and from Milan.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Toasters to the electroclash 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Subhumans,
Khruangbin,
Clear Light,
Television Personalities,
Oneida,
Gong,
Sound Behaviour,
Dave Gahan,
Albert Ayler,
Cybotron,
Negative Approach,
Goldenarms,
Lindisfarne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Grass Roots,
Traffic Nightmare,
Symarip,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Japan,
Roy Ayers,
Jandek,
Agent Orange,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Spandau Ballet,
the Association,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Divine Comedy,
Ponytail,
Chris Corsano,
Radio Birdman,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rapeman,
Hashim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Knickerbockers,
MC5,
Ohio Players,
Darondo,
Lakeside,
Godley & Creme,
H. Thieme,
the Bar-Kays,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sandy B,
Donald Byrd,
Derrick May,
Eric Dolphy,
Fat Boys,
Model 500,
Boz Scaggs,
Guru Guru,
The Moody Blues,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Suicide,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Monks,
Young Marble Giants,
Excepter,
The Blackbyrds,
Harry Pussy,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.