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 Brazil and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 John Coltrane to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Ten City,
Soft Machine,
Black Flag,
Rufus Thomas,
Q65,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cramps,
Bill Wells,
Banda Bassotti,
Saccharine Trust,
David Axelrod,
The Gap Band,
Procol Harum,
Amon Düül,
Tomorrow,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sexual Harrassment,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang of Four,
Reagan Youth,
Masters at Work,
The Buckinghams,
The Motions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
D'Angelo,
Hardrive,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scratch Acid,
U.S. Maple,
Dorothy Ashby,
E-Dancer,
Jeff Mills,
Gabor Szabo,
China Crisis,
MC5,
June Days,
Michelle Simonal,
The Human League,
Angry Samoans,
Altered Images,
Laurel Aitken,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Essential Logic,
Bill Near,
Marc Almond,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tubeway Army,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
JFA,
The Victims,
Scott Walker,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lungfish,
The Count Five,
Ralphi Rosario,
Blossom Toes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and 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.