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 Latvia and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Masters at Work,
Bluetip,
Easy Going,
Nico,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Five Americans,
Sparks,
Pere Ubu,
Guru Guru,
Brick,
Sun City Girls,
The Last Poets,
Nirvana,
Maurizio,
Radio Birdman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Doors,
Robert Wyatt,
Gichy Dan,
T. Rex,
Idris Muhammad,
Sight & Sound,
Ohio Players,
Theoretical Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Derrick Morgan,
Bronski Beat,
Absolute Body Control,
Pulsallama,
The Monochrome Set,
The Trojans,
Josef K,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tubeway Army,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Angels of Light,
Nik Kershaw,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Donald Byrd,
Ituana,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lower 48,
June of 44,
The Cowsills,
Soft Machine,
Tom Boy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dead C,
The Gap Band,
Magma,
Thompson Twins,
Country Teasers,
The Mummies,
Agitation Free,
Massinfluence,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Qualms,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bush Tetras,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.