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 Bangladesh and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 Charles Mingus to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Don Cherry,
Pole,
R.M.O.,
Trumans Water,
The Five Americans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Godley & Creme,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Selecter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cal Tjader,
Echospace,
Vainqueur,
Alphaville,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Durutti Column,
The Pop Group,
Arcadia,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ken Boothe,
The Modern Lovers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
JFA,
Marmalade,
kango's stein massive,
Sällskapet,
Index,
ABBA,
DJ Style,
T. Rex,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bluetip,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Franke,
June Days,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Davy DMX,
Chrome,
Pussy Galore,
Interpol,
Funkadelic,
Public Enemy,
The Moody Blues,
Howard Jones,
The Gap Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Electric Prunes,
Eric Dolphy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ludus,
The Leaves,
Camouflage,
Marc Almond,
Funky Four + One,
Jawbox,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Grass Roots,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Todd Rundgren,
The Count Five,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.