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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the jazz 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
T. Rex,
Mantronix,
CMW,
Lyres,
The Angels of Light,
Andrew Hill,
Mandrill,
Easy Going,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pet Shop Boys,
Harry Pussy,
Theoretical Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
The Smoke,
Fluxion,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Talk Talk,
Nils Olav,
the Sonics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wasted Youth,
Swell Maps,
Delon & Dalcan,
Davy DMX,
K-Klass,
Pole,
Judy Mowatt,
Eli Mardock,
Franke,
The Electric Prunes,
Essential Logic,
Kas Product,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Red Krayola,
Sex Pistols,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wally Richardson,
Sister Nancy,
Tom Boy,
The Five Americans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
La Düsseldorf,
Brass Construction,
Agitation Free,
Fear,
Skarface,
Monolake,
Al Stewart,
Crispian St. Peters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Procol Harum,
The Buckinghams,
Janne Schatter,
Ituana,
Kevin Saunderson,
Oneida,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Donny Hathaway,
Spoonie Gee,
Index,
Jeff Lynne,
Unrelated Segments,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.