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 Indonesia and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Icehouse to the jazz 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Second Layer,
Gichy Dan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Excepter,
The Raincoats,
The Selecter,
Schoolly D,
Newcleus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camberwell Now,
Slick Rick,
Desert Stars,
Janne Schatter,
The Searchers,
The Velvet Underground,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
PIL,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sixth Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Lydon,
Rufus Thomas,
The Modern Lovers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Quantec,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Buckinghams,
The Invisible,
Banda Bassotti,
These Immortal Souls,
Ornette Coleman,
Deadbeat,
Model 500,
Guru Guru,
D'Angelo,
Q and Not U,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Human League,
Eric Dolphy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Moby Grape,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Cell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Music Machine,
Sun Ra,
48th St. Collective,
Jandek,
Frankie Knuckles,
Duran Duran,
Wire,
The Five Americans,
Pylon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Todd Terry,
Danielle Patucci,
The Doobie Brothers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.