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 Norway and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 Don Cherry to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
AZ,
Easy Going,
Ornette Coleman,
Blossom Toes,
Audionom,
The Divine Comedy,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Bananas,
Visage,
Sparks,
Altered Images,
Newcleus,
Idris Muhammad,
Stiv Bators,
Liliput,
Kas Product,
Schoolly D,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Names,
Davy DMX,
Parry Music,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sex Pistols,
Skriet,
Chrome,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
June of 44,
The Real Kids,
Arcadia,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pylon,
Hasil Adkins,
Eli Mardock,
The Cowsills,
Mantronix,
June Days,
Intrusion,
Susan Cadogan,
Nick Fraelich,
the Germs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crime,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
D'Angelo,
Babytalk,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Donald Byrd,
H. Thieme,
The Fuzztones,
New Age Steppers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pantaleimon,
Yaz,
Amon Düül II,
Electric Prunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
R.M.O.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dave Gahan,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.