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 Sweden and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
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 harpsichord 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Sixth Finger,
John Lydon,
Talk Talk,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soft Machine,
Schoolly D,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Moleskins,
John Cale,
Arcadia,
Moebius,
Ronan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
X-101,
Wings,
AZ,
The Searchers,
Sight & Sound,
Khruangbin,
Jandek,
The Last Poets,
Dawn Penn,
Barbara Tucker,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scrapy,
Quadrant,
Junior Murvin,
H. Thieme,
Josef K,
Brass Construction,
Anthony Braxton,
The Moody Blues,
Rotary Connection,
Desert Stars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultra Naté,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dual Sessions,
The Golliwogs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Negative Approach,
The Music Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Masters at Work,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Morten Harket,
Supertramp,
Newcleus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Malaria!,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Anakelly,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scratch Acid,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.