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 Portugal and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 Silicon Teens to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Banda Bassotti,
The Last Poets,
Michelle Simonal,
Minnie Riperton,
DNA,
Skarface,
Slick Rick,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roxette,
Half Japanese,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pylon,
Toni Rubio,
Pere Ubu,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Young Rascals,
Quando Quango,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Human League,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ten City,
Pierre Henry,
kango's stein massive,
Jawbox,
Unrelated Segments,
Morten Harket,
Eric B and Rakim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ohio Players,
Mr. Review,
Jeff Mills,
Sonny Sharrock,
ABBA,
Junior Murvin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bill Near,
The Modern Lovers,
Audionom,
Ken Boothe,
Nick Fraelich,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Faraquet,
Fluxion,
Derrick Morgan,
John Cale,
Don Cherry,
Soft Cell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Bar-Kays,
Sixth Finger,
Magma,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Monolake,
The Pretty Things,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Searchers,
Eden Ahbez,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.