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 Ghana and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 Radio Birdman 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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Erykah Badu,
Flash Fearless,
Tom Boy,
Saccharine Trust,
Nik Kershaw,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Christie,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Amon Düül II,
Jesper Dahlback,
Johnny Osbourne,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Associates,
Ludus,
Youth Brigade,
Faraquet,
The Black Dice,
Black Sheep,
Interpol,
The Fortunes,
Morten Harket,
ABBA,
The Fugs,
The Sonics,
Gang Starr,
The Selecter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Khruangbin,
Sarah Menescal,
Harry Pussy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Anthony Braxton,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barry Ungar,
Arthur Verocai,
Alice Coltrane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Franke,
Soft Cell,
World's Most,
Harmonia,
Zapp,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Skarface,
the Soft Cell,
Henry Cow,
Mary Jane Girls,
Heaven 17,
The Motions,
Agitation Free,
The Monochrome Set,
Unwound,
Toni Rubio,
Faust,
Sex Pistols,
Sun Ra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.