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 New Zealand and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Freddie Wadling to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Vogues,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sixth Finger,
Brothers Johnson,
Schoolly D,
The Cowsills,
Boz Scaggs,
The Litter,
Black Moon,
Rotary Connection,
Thompson Twins,
Ronan,
The Red Krayola,
Eric Dolphy,
Rites of Spring,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tim Buckley,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bob Dylan,
Robert Hood,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eve St. Jones,
Moby Grape,
Ituana,
Bobby Womack,
Donald Byrd,
Faust,
Clear Light,
The Kinks,
Second Layer,
Judy Mowatt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Traffic Nightmare,
Loose Ends,
the Swans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Last Poets,
Derrick May,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Raincoats,
Black Pus,
The Names,
Nas,
Tommy Roe,
Lakeside,
Panda Bear,
Ultravox,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Y Pants,
Lungfish,
The Pop Group,
Tom Boy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Mojo Men,
MDC,
The Velvet Underground,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.