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 Nigeria and from Beijing.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Los Fastidios to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Lucky Dragons,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Max Romeo,
Jandek,
The Last Poets,
Mandrill,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultra Naté,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Arab on Radar,
The Busters,
Judy Mowatt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Slits,
Terry Callier,
Easy Going,
The Moleskins,
Ludus,
Hot Snakes,
Alton Ellis,
Young Marble Giants,
Rakim,
FM Einheit,
Joe Smooth,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Skatalites,
Parry Music,
Q and Not U,
Infiniti,
Clear Light,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Chris & Cosey,
Funky Four + One,
Television Personalities,
Average White Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Barrington Levy,
Roger Hodgson,
Technova,
Babytalk,
Lindisfarne,
Con Funk Shun,
Grauzone,
Cheater Slicks,
F. McDonald,
The Moody Blues,
Von Mondo,
Sam Rivers,
Barry Ungar,
Tomorrow,
The Fire Engines,
Drive Like Jehu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soulsonic Force,
Donny Hathaway,
Dark Day,
Sun City Girls,
Deakin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Faraquet,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.