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 Maldives and from Lille.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 Black Moon to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Gang of Four,
Darondo,
Underground Resistance,
Royal Trux,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bill Wells,
Heaven 17,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
R.M.O.,
Excepter,
Nico,
Brand Nubian,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Y Pants,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Swans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Erykah Badu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Holt,
Marvin Gaye,
Swell Maps,
Khruangbin,
Nik Kershaw,
Amon Düül II,
Cybotron,
Faraquet,
Yellowson,
Bluetip,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Young Rascals,
Half Japanese,
Joyce Sims,
The Electric Prunes,
Supertramp,
The Cowsills,
Bang On A Can,
Brothers Johnson,
Livin' Joy,
Public Enemy,
Sparks,
Bad Manners,
The Selecter,
Sun Ra,
Scion,
Trumans Water,
Ken Boothe,
The Mummies,
Wings,
Zero Boys,
Main Source,
Eddi Front,
Jacques Brel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Von Mondo,
The Standells,
Don Cherry,
Eli Mardock,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Drive Like Jehu,
Flash Fearless,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.