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 United Kingdom and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 Nils Olav to the techno 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Magazine,
Prince Buster,
Donny Hathaway,
LL Cool J,
The Fall,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Flag,
The Moleskins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
JFA,
Average White Band,
Tomorrow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soft Cell,
Rosa Yemen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Piero Umiliani,
Davy DMX,
The Dirtbombs,
Can,
Ronnie Foster,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tim Buckley,
Shoche,
Todd Terry,
Mission of Burma,
Gong,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eli Mardock,
Carl Craig,
Arthur Verocai,
the Germs,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Stooges,
Saccharine Trust,
Sarah Menescal,
Mr. Review,
Flipper,
The Misunderstood,
Erykah Badu,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cybotron,
Smog,
Underground Resistance,
Little Man,
Curtis Mayfield,
Groovy Waters,
Suicide,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alison Limerick,
The United States of America,
Cal Tjader,
Minor Threat,
Procol Harum,
Lightning Bolt,
Idris Muhammad,
Livin' Joy,
New Age Steppers,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.