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 Yemen 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Moleskins to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
The Remains,
Gabor Szabo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Magma,
Desert Stars,
Rekid,
Jeru the Damaja,
Harmonia,
Byron Stingily,
Hasil Adkins,
Susan Cadogan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Niagra,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Zapp,
EPMD,
The Flesh Eaters,
Connie Case,
Eric Copeland,
Mark Hollis,
Oneida,
Essential Logic,
Lower 48,
Sparks,
Young Marble Giants,
Newcleus,
Babytalk,
Mary Jane Girls,
Patti Smith,
The Pretty Things,
Country Joe & The Fish,
MC5,
Excepter,
Symarip,
The Pop Group,
cv313,
Brand Nubian,
Kenny Larkin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Skatalites,
Todd Terry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Circle Jerks,
Unwound,
The Barracudas,
UT,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jandek,
Bobby Womack,
Judy Mowatt,
The Move,
Japan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Royal Trux,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mr. Review,
Mission of Burma,
K-Klass,
Yusef Lateef,
8 Eyed Spy,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.