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 Greece and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mexico City.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Shuggie Otis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Banda Bassotti,
Faust,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Royal Trux,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Index,
The Fire Engines,
CMW,
Angry Samoans,
Cecil Taylor,
Marmalade,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alison Limerick,
Bush Tetras,
Cheater Slicks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sun Ra,
June of 44,
David Bowie,
The Modern Lovers,
Motorama,
Harry Pussy,
Anthony Braxton,
Marc Almond,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultra Naté,
R.M.O.,
Erasure,
Robert Hood,
Radio Birdman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lungfish,
The Remains,
Jacques Brel,
The Slackers,
Fear,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Residents,
Robert Wyatt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Standells,
Bobby Sherman,
Jerry's Kids,
The Trojans,
Dead Boys,
The Wake,
Avey Tare,
Sugar Minott,
T.S.O.L.,
Silicon Teens,
Intrusion,
a-ha,
Wolf Eyes,
Easy Going,
Eric Dolphy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joe Smooth,
Neil Young,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.