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 Zambia and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin 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 Maurizio to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Don Cherry,
Rotary Connection,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Little Man,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Al Stewart,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Parry Music,
a-ha,
Public Enemy,
Alton Ellis,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Flag,
Unwound,
Junior Murvin,
Lyres,
L. Decosne,
Circle Jerks,
Symarip,
Au Pairs,
Letta Mbulu,
A Certain Ratio,
Pole,
The Zeros,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mission of Burma,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mr. Review,
Jeff Mills,
Dave Gahan,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Groovy Waters,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Sound,
Joey Negro,
Supertramp,
Bluetip,
Gang Starr,
Magazine,
Blossom Toes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
EPMD,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Max Romeo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ice-T,
Average White Band,
R.M.O.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Skatalites,
Flash Fearless,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camouflage,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Television,
Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Clear Light,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat 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.