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 Maldives and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the electroclash 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Dirtbombs,
Pantytec,
Idris Muhammad,
Peter & Gordon,
Graham Central Station,
Howard Jones,
Motorama,
Sandy B,
Ten City,
The Standells,
Vainqueur,
Accadde A,
The Dead C,
Morten Harket,
Agitation Free,
The Vogues,
Tubeway Army,
Maurizio,
Section 25,
The Young Rascals,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
E-Dancer,
Heaven 17,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bootsy Collins,
UT,
Jeff Mills,
Brass Construction,
The Gladiators,
Marmalade,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Avey Tare,
Cymande,
John Holt,
Drive Like Jehu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Wake,
Siglo XX,
Soft Machine,
Livin' Joy,
Monolake,
Chrome,
Bobby Womack,
Radio Birdman,
Albert Ayler,
X-102,
Gichy Dan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crash Course in Science,
Rufus Thomas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Goldenarms,
The Count Five,
Pulsallama,
The Monochrome Set,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.