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 Thailand and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 8 Eyed Spy to the jazz 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Faust,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Blossom Toes,
Fluxion,
Jandek,
Hashim,
Tomorrow,
The Modern Lovers,
Joensuu 1685,
Terry Callier,
Sandy B,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Amon Düül,
Pole,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Zeros,
Gabor Szabo,
Avey Tare,
Bluetip,
Lee Hazlewood,
Porter Ricks,
Graham Central Station,
Fatback Band,
The Smiths,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fire Engines,
OOIOO,
Suburban Knight,
Todd Terry,
Brass Construction,
T.S.O.L.,
David McCallum,
Blake Baxter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Laurel Aitken,
Goldenarms,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kenny Larkin,
The Doors,
Erykah Badu,
Joe Smooth,
Adolescents,
Reuben Wilson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Quando Quango,
Pussy Galore,
James White and The Blacks,
The Walker Brothers,
Blancmange,
Darondo,
The Electric Prunes,
La Düsseldorf,
The Standells,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mary Jane Girls,
Connie Case,
Wolf Eyes,
Average White Band,
Carl Craig,
Letta Mbulu,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.