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 Czech Republic and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nick Fraelich to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Audionom,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Oneida,
China Crisis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Monks,
Hot Snakes,
Reuben Wilson,
The Divine Comedy,
Lungfish,
The Tremeloes,
Sonic Youth,
Black Pus,
Angry Samoans,
Judy Mowatt,
Zero Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Matthew Bourne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scion,
Ice-T,
The Young Rascals,
Eurythmics,
The Five Americans,
The Last Poets,
Minny Pops,
The Cramps,
Lalann,
Bronski Beat,
Pole,
U.S. Maple,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Loose Ends,
New Age Steppers,
The Zeros,
Juan Atkins,
Faraquet,
Spoonie Gee,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Stooges,
Arab on Radar,
The Fortunes,
David Axelrod,
Jacob Miller,
Rhythm & Sound,
Andrew Hill,
Eric Copeland,
Rufus Thomas,
Unrelated Segments,
Porter Ricks,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gories,
Bobby Womack,
Animal Collective,
Letta Mbulu,
Organ,
Adolescents,
Drexciya,
The Walker Brothers,
Todd Terry,
Guru Guru,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.