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 Denmark and from New York.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Black Moon to the rap 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
The Blues Magoos,
Tropical Tobacco,
Flash Fearless,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pere Ubu,
Das Ding,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pylon,
Scrapy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Sheep,
Boz Scaggs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Byrd,
Smog,
Symarip,
Sällskapet,
X-102,
Iggy Pop,
The Electric Prunes,
Pagans,
Massinfluence,
Interpol,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Bananas,
The Sonics,
Gang Starr,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Metal Thangz,
The Invisible,
The Seeds,
Average White Band,
Scratch Acid,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Quantec,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Walker Brothers,
Scion,
The Birthday Party,
Kurtis Blow,
Crooked Eye,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultra Naté,
Michelle Simonal,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cramps,
Alphaville,
The Skatalites,
Neil Young,
Mo-Dettes,
Rosa Yemen,
Throbbing Gristle,
Zero Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
Joe Smooth,
Suburban Knight,
Con Funk Shun,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.