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 Tonga and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 David McCallum to the rap 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dawn Penn,
Erykah Badu,
The Blackbyrds,
Pole,
The Trojans,
Grey Daturas,
New Order,
The Kinks,
Stiv Bators,
The Index,
James White and The Blacks,
Clear Light,
Heaven 17,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Associates,
The Sound,
Charles Mingus,
Jeff Lynne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
PIL,
Thee Headcoats,
Alphaville,
Tim Buckley,
John Foxx,
The Moody Blues,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Skriet,
Das Ding,
The Fire Engines,
China Crisis,
Slave,
Kenny Larkin,
Barrington Levy,
the Slits,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sun City Girls,
Ituana,
The Durutti Column,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Cale,
Sparks,
Black Bananas,
Eric Dolphy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fela Kuti,
Ponytail,
Ronan,
MC5,
Agent Orange,
Shoche,
Livin' Joy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rakim,
Schoolly D,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jacques Brel,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ken Boothe,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.