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 Armenia and from Lille.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Stiv Bators to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Pharoah Sanders,
Intrusion,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Zeros,
Symarip,
Terrestrial Tones,
Drexciya,
The Flesh Eaters,
Max Romeo,
Amon Düül II,
X-101,
Glambeats Corp.,
Unwound,
Harmonia,
The Moleskins,
Marine Girls,
Fat Boys,
Rotary Connection,
Ultra Naté,
Dennis Brown,
Judy Mowatt,
Inner City,
Gastr Del Sol,
Amon Düül,
Fad Gadget,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sun Ra,
A Certain Ratio,
The Dirtbombs,
The Birthday Party,
Silicon Teens,
Clear Light,
The Names,
The Saints,
China Crisis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Michelle Simonal,
Parry Music,
Glenn Branca,
Malaria!,
Jeff Mills,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Technova,
The Happenings,
Jesper Dahlback,
Easy Going,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
kango's stein massive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Blake Baxter,
Marvin Gaye,
Icehouse,
The Busters,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ohio Players,
Susan Cadogan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dorothy Ashby,
Spoonie Gee,
Maurizio,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.