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 Ecuador and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bananas to the grunge 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
8 Eyed Spy,
Darondo,
Max Romeo,
Amon Düül,
Qualms,
Tears for Fears,
Fugazi,
The Motions,
Rakim,
The Slits,
Audionom,
Moby Grape,
Niagra,
the Normal,
Godley & Creme,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Silicon Teens,
Masters at Work,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aswad,
New Age Steppers,
Roger Hodgson,
Michelle Simonal,
Ice-T,
Agent Orange,
Dennis Brown,
Delon & Dalcan,
Derrick Morgan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Supertramp,
Arab on Radar,
EPMD,
The Monochrome Set,
Make Up,
The Dave Clark Five,
Organ,
Little Man,
Minutemen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Delta 5,
Siglo XX,
Pulsallama,
Fluxion,
Boredoms,
Pussy Galore,
Mark Hollis,
Piero Umiliani,
Kayak,
Deepchord,
DJ Sneak,
Scientists,
Lucky Dragons,
Blossom Toes,
Scan 7,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kenny Larkin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eric Dolphy,
Angry Samoans,
Ossler,
Altered Images,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.