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 Samoa and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kenny Larkin to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Skaos,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gun Club,
This Heat,
The Grass Roots,
Sonic Youth,
Robert Hood,
Ultra Naté,
Pylon,
H. Thieme,
T. Rex,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lalann,
Funkadelic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang of Four,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aaron Thompson,
Joey Negro,
Sound Behaviour,
Monks,
Tom Boy,
Clear Light,
Au Pairs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Porter Ricks,
The Last Poets,
Sun City Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joyce Sims,
Supertramp,
James White and The Blacks,
Section 25,
Drexciya,
Prince Buster,
Altered Images,
Moby Grape,
the Slits,
Reagan Youth,
Michelle Simonal,
Fluxion,
Archie Shepp,
The Zeros,
Scion,
ABC,
Siglo XX,
Alison Limerick,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Sherman,
CMW,
8 Eyed Spy,
Morten Harket,
Kurtis Blow,
Metal Thangz,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roxy Music,
A Certain Ratio,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.