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 Panama and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Arcadia to the jazz 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Tomorrow,
Country Teasers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Supertramp,
It's A Beautiful Day,
PIL,
Anthony Braxton,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sex Pistols,
Interpol,
Cheater Slicks,
Yaz,
The Trojans,
The Real Kids,
Y Pants,
K-Klass,
Oneida,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sonny Sharrock,
Drexciya,
Los Fastidios,
Wally Richardson,
Tubeway Army,
Tears for Fears,
cv313,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Lydon,
Joe Finger,
Spoonie Gee,
The Birthday Party,
The Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
Rakim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Big Daddy Kane,
D'Angelo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Laurel Aitken,
Essential Logic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Carl Craig,
The Fire Engines,
Glenn Branca,
Unrelated Segments,
The Flesh Eaters,
Darondo,
Tim Buckley,
The Gories,
Amon Düül II,
Massinfluence,
Jimmy McGriff,
Smog,
Camberwell Now,
Aswad,
Marvin Gaye,
Reuben Wilson,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.