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 Laos 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Robert Palmer 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 Bill Near 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Arab on Radar,
The Fall,
Slave,
Mr. Review,
Gang Green,
Royal Trux,
Cybotron,
the Slits,
Freddie Wadling,
Infiniti,
Iggy Pop,
48th St. Collective,
Grey Daturas,
Howard Jones,
Liliput,
Bill Wells,
Wire,
The Busters,
Tommy Roe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ice-T,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Birthday Party,
Max Romeo,
Youth Brigade,
E-Dancer,
Glambeats Corp.,
Maleditus Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rekid,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Martian,
Bootsy Collins,
Pere Ubu,
Can,
Josef K,
David Axelrod,
Thompson Twins,
Brand Nubian,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Wake,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nils Olav,
Fela Kuti,
Robert Hood,
Neu!,
Bob Dylan,
Arcadia,
Agent Orange,
The Barracudas,
Jawbox,
Barry Ungar,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Litter,
Vainqueur,
The Index,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.