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 New Zealand and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare 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 The Gap Band to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Duran Duran,
Bill Wells,
Model 500,
Ultravox,
Ten City,
The Fall,
Circle Jerks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kerri Chandler,
Howard Jones,
John Coltrane,
Jeff Mills,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gladiators,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Country Teasers,
The Move,
Skaos,
Black Bananas,
Animal Collective,
Harpers Bizarre,
Erykah Badu,
Half Japanese,
Hashim,
Crash Course in Science,
Easy Going,
FM Einheit,
Intrusion,
Anakelly,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Carl Craig,
Tommy Roe,
Brass Construction,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
cv313,
DJ Sneak,
Gang Starr,
Quantec,
Scan 7,
Con Funk Shun,
Marmalade,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brand Nubian,
Inner City,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grandmaster Flash,
Thee Headcoats,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Television,
Sällskapet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Pop Group,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marine Girls,
Monolake,
China Crisis,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.