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 Comoros and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the jazz 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Thompson Twins,
Donald Byrd,
Bronski Beat,
The Barracudas,
Subhumans,
Schoolly D,
the Soft Cell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Charles Mingus,
Urselle,
Alison Limerick,
Crispy Ambulance,
Robert Görl,
The Dead C,
Suicide,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Count Five,
David Bowie,
La Düsseldorf,
Erykah Badu,
Chris Corsano,
Depeche Mode,
Ice-T,
Iggy Pop,
The Walker Brothers,
The Durutti Column,
Jimmy McGriff,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Starr,
Slave,
Young Marble Giants,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Funkadelic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tomorrow,
Bluetip,
Yazoo,
Lou Christie,
Tim Buckley,
The Evens,
Black Bananas,
Pantaleimon,
The Doors,
Carl Craig,
Swans,
Oneida,
Slick Rick,
Pussy Galore,
Maurizio,
Crispian St. Peters,
Connie Case,
The Tremeloes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gap Band,
Radio Birdman,
The Dave Clark Five,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.