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 Eritrea and from Edmonton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Rhythm & Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
The Leaves,
The American Breed,
James White and The Blacks,
Bush Tetras,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eric Dolphy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Monks,
Youth Brigade,
Wally Richardson,
Trumans Water,
The J.B.'s,
Camberwell Now,
Das Ding,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kerri Chandler,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Toasters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Misunderstood,
Yazoo,
Peter and Kerry,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Germs,
Gang Starr,
kango's stein massive,
Sound Behaviour,
cv313,
Talk Talk,
Suicide,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jacob Miller,
Rites of Spring,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Masters at Work,
the Fania All-Stars,
Excepter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Whodini,
Pylon,
Junior Murvin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Moleskins,
Silicon Teens,
The Barracudas,
Pulsallama,
Susan Cadogan,
Radio Birdman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Count Five,
F. McDonald,
H. Thieme,
Sandy B,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.