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 Cyprus and from Manchester.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Motorama to the rap 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Vladislav Delay,
Crispian St. Peters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Chris Corsano,
Tears for Fears,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cheater Slicks,
Al Stewart,
Graham Central Station,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Association,
T.S.O.L.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eli Mardock,
Mark Hollis,
Scan 7,
Funkadelic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Pretty Things,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Don Cherry,
The Invisible,
Deepchord,
Radiohead,
Chris & Cosey,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Frankie Knuckles,
L. Decosne,
Agitation Free,
Roxy Music,
Theoretical Girls,
In Retrospect,
Pole,
Godley & Creme,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eric Copeland,
The United States of America,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Isaac Hayes,
Todd Rundgren,
Magma,
Babytalk,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Count Five,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Bananas,
Colin Newman,
Yaz,
Reuben Wilson,
Visage,
Danielle Patucci,
Siglo XX,
Tres Demented,
Brass Construction,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Harry Pussy,
Cluster,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.