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 Croatia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lower 48 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Rekid,
Lalann,
Popol Vuh,
The Leaves,
Y Pants,
Darondo,
a-ha,
Half Japanese,
Royal Trux,
Animal Collective,
Lakeside,
Skriet,
The Smoke,
The Fall,
The Buckinghams,
D'Angelo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Isaac Hayes,
Derrick May,
The Associates,
The Alarm Clocks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Intrusion,
Laurel Aitken,
Basic Channel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fad Gadget,
Grandmaster Flash,
World's Most,
Hot Snakes,
Davy DMX,
Carl Craig,
R.M.O.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grauzone,
Fat Boys,
AZ,
Scrapy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nick Fraelich,
Hoover,
Scion,
Yellowson,
Danielle Patucci,
The Stooges,
E-Dancer,
Deadbeat,
Suicide,
48th St. Collective,
Fear,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Altered Images,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eli Mardock,
Godley & Creme,
Kenny Larkin,
Neil Young,
Clear Light,
The Smiths,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.