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 Macedonia and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Slackers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Rakim,
H. Thieme,
New York Dolls,
The Zeros,
MDC,
Cluster,
Bobby Womack,
Guru Guru,
The Mojo Men,
Skaos,
Lebanon Hanover,
JFA,
Sugar Minott,
Parry Music,
Derrick Morgan,
Goldenarms,
The Remains,
Ossler,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Golliwogs,
Roy Ayers,
Chris Corsano,
Suicide,
John Cale,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joe Finger,
Marine Girls,
Ten City,
In Retrospect,
Ice-T,
The Moody Blues,
Boredoms,
Unrelated Segments,
The Sonics,
Motorama,
Public Enemy,
The Barracudas,
Bootsy Collins,
The Seeds,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hot Snakes,
The Velvet Underground,
David McCallum,
the Slits,
The Toasters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gerry Rafferty,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Leaves,
ABBA,
LL Cool J,
Mandrill,
The Skatalites,
Harmonia,
DJ Style,
U.S. Maple,
Althea and Donna,
Scientists,
Sun City Girls,
Jawbox,
Wolf Eyes,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.