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 Hungary and from Manila.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
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 chamberlin 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 Scratch Acid to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Robert Görl,
Ludus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Groovy Waters,
Wasted Youth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ronnie Foster,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Byrd,
Toni Rubio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Motorama,
Mr. Review,
Yellowson,
The Doors,
Mad Mike,
Masters at Work,
Gabor Szabo,
Hasil Adkins,
Al Stewart,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alison Limerick,
Reagan Youth,
The Five Americans,
The New Christs,
Angry Samoans,
kango's stein massive,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Star Department,
Fear,
John Foxx,
Easy Going,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ossler,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sugar Minott,
Letta Mbulu,
Cluster,
Black Flag,
Aaron Thompson,
Alphaville,
Yaz,
The Slits,
Chrome,
Erasure,
Audionom,
The Birthday Party,
AZ,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sixth Finger,
Second Layer,
Bobby Sherman,
Marmalade,
The Skatalites,
Isaac Hayes,
Sonic Youth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Royal Trux,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.