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 Singapore and from London.
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 Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gap Band to the dance 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Moby Grape,
Slick Rick,
Juan Atkins,
Lucky Dragons,
Sun City Girls,
Crooked Eye,
T. Rex,
Zero Boys,
Tim Buckley,
The Dead C,
Skriet,
Liliput,
Gang Gang Dance,
Trumans Water,
Clear Light,
The Barracudas,
Bill Near,
AZ,
The Cowsills,
Donny Hathaway,
Maurizio,
Alison Limerick,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eric Copeland,
The Count Five,
Rakim,
Soulsonic Force,
Henry Cow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
ABBA,
Eden Ahbez,
Marvin Gaye,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Warren Ellis,
Erasure,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Warsaw,
Big Daddy Kane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Absolute Body Control,
Erykah Badu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scientists,
Flipper,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare,
The Electric Prunes,
Severed Heads,
Half Japanese,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Reed,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Metal Thangz,
The Index,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rufus Thomas,
Shoche,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.