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 Morocco and from Houston.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba 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 oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lee Hazlewood,
Iggy Pop,
Sällskapet,
Gabor Szabo,
Absolute Body Control,
a-ha,
Black Bananas,
Monolake,
Porter Ricks,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Barracudas,
Sparks,
Carl Craig,
Von Mondo,
Y Pants,
Ornette Coleman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roxette,
Bad Manners,
Guru Guru,
Maleditus Sound,
The Standells,
Joey Negro,
The Star Department,
Kurtis Blow,
Thee Headcoats,
8 Eyed Spy,
Juan Atkins,
John Cale,
Second Layer,
Pierre Henry,
The Fortunes,
The Sonics,
Donny Hathaway,
The Red Krayola,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joe Finger,
The Fire Engines,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Young Marble Giants,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marine Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
T. Rex,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Blancmange,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gladiators,
Blake Baxter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lungfish,
Agent Orange,
Ossler,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rod Modell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Colin Newman,
Ultimate Spinach,
CMW,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.