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 Kazakhstan and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
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 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 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 The New Christs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grauzone,
This Heat,
Graham Central Station,
MDC,
Altered Images,
Marcia Griffiths,
Funkadelic,
Roxette,
The Busters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Audionom,
Marvin Gaye,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sarah Menescal,
Neil Young,
kango's stein massive,
Radio Birdman,
Lakeside,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
T. Rex,
The Divine Comedy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
In Retrospect,
ABBA,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Agent Orange,
Drexciya,
The Smoke,
The Five Americans,
Goldenarms,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rosa Yemen,
Groovy Waters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alphaville,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Talk Talk,
Prince Buster,
Au Pairs,
Nas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Q65,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rekid,
Section 25,
The Doobie Brothers,
Oblivians,
The Stooges,
The Human League,
Malaria!,
The Sound,
The Gap Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Underground Resistance,
Television,
Stetsasonic,
The Fall,
Eve St. Jones,
Accadde A,
Surgeon,
Brass Construction,
Sam Rivers,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.