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 Kiribati and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the grunge 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
The Names,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yazoo,
X-102,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sight & Sound,
Reagan Youth,
Trumans Water,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Maleditus Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
Index,
Lee Hazlewood,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Residents,
Funky Four + One,
Wasted Youth,
Terry Callier,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Blossom Toes,
The Leaves,
DJ Sneak,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fuzztones,
Erykah Badu,
Delta 5,
Vladislav Delay,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eurythmics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cowsills,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Heaven 17,
cv313,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Porter Ricks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Masters at Work,
Don Cherry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bauhaus,
Letta Mbulu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crispian St. Peters,
X-101,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Red Krayola,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang Starr,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Womack,
The Index,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roxette,
Minnie Riperton,
Faraquet,
Chrome,
Theoretical Girls,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.