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 Ireland and from Lagos.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cal Tjader to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Vladislav Delay,
Lightning Bolt,
Masters at Work,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bronski Beat,
Roy Ayers,
K-Klass,
Supertramp,
Eddi Front,
Kas Product,
Kayak,
The Misunderstood,
Infiniti,
Donald Byrd,
The Doobie Brothers,
Anakelly,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Count Five,
Sonny Sharrock,
Section 25,
Ronnie Foster,
Marine Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
Spoonie Gee,
Unwound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Motions,
Maleditus Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Blues Magoos,
Scan 7,
Livin' Joy,
Wire,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Divine Comedy,
Faraquet,
Hardrive,
The Slackers,
Mad Mike,
Rekid,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Star Department,
Animal Collective,
Siglo XX,
Gang Green,
the Human League,
Radiopuhelimet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Can,
Sparks,
Dual Sessions,
Kevin Saunderson,
Glenn Branca,
Khruangbin,
Soulsonic Force,
Bush Tetras,
Technova,
Crime,
Lalo Schifrin,
Smog,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.