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 San Marino and from Manila.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar 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 Marmalade to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Franke,
Eddi Front,
June of 44,
Bauhaus,
Visage,
Easy Going,
Thompson Twins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Funkadelic,
the Bar-Kays,
Soul II Soul,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Junior Murvin,
Gabor Szabo,
Dead Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
Carl Craig,
Joe Finger,
Tears for Fears,
Lalann,
Marine Girls,
The Invisible,
The Fuzztones,
Lower 48,
Infiniti,
Oneida,
Porter Ricks,
The Mojo Men,
Unwound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rod Modell,
The Slits,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aaron Thompson,
Skaos,
Inner City,
Malaria!,
Pylon,
Yaz,
Mandrill,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Organ,
The Gladiators,
Goldenarms,
Maurizio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
F. McDonald,
Mad Mike,
Man Parrish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Birthday Party,
Moss Icon,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Bananas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Soft Cell,
John Cale,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.