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 Fiji and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Section 25 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ronan,
Maleditus Sound,
Outsiders,
Magazine,
Sixth Finger,
Lee Hazlewood,
New Age Steppers,
Joensuu 1685,
Eli Mardock,
The Seeds,
Ultimate Spinach,
Motorama,
Rotary Connection,
Soft Machine,
Joyce Sims,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brick,
Crash Course in Science,
Lower 48,
Negative Approach,
Parry Music,
the Swans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Connie Case,
The Last Poets,
Stereo Dub,
Mandrill,
New York Dolls,
Pylon,
The United States of America,
Crispy Ambulance,
Country Teasers,
PIL,
Janne Schatter,
The Mojo Men,
Anthony Braxton,
The Real Kids,
Lebanon Hanover,
Josef K,
Donny Hathaway,
Circle Jerks,
Harry Pussy,
Charles Mingus,
Panda Bear,
The Mummies,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ohio Players,
Todd Terry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gories,
Massinfluence,
These Immortal Souls,
KRS-One,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Pretty Things,
Guru Guru,
Skaos,
Bill Near,
The Move,
Qualms,
The Motions,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.