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 Ethiopia and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 Swell Maps to the crunk 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Barracudas,
Shuggie Otis,
Johnny Clarke,
Kevin Saunderson,
OOIOO,
Drexciya,
Isaac Hayes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Subhumans,
The Zeros,
The Slits,
Grey Daturas,
Pulsallama,
The Human League,
Smog,
ABBA,
The Five Americans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Quadrant,
The Cramps,
Brothers Johnson,
The Litter,
Terry Callier,
Swans,
kango's stein massive,
Lungfish,
Little Man,
The Invisible,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Electric Prunes,
the Human League,
Jeru the Damaja,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stetsasonic,
Sun Ra,
Soft Machine,
The Gun Club,
Maleditus Sound,
Bob Dylan,
Bill Near,
Iggy Pop,
Marmalade,
Animal Collective,
Joe Finger,
Japan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Neil Young,
Yaz,
The Music Machine,
Minnie Riperton,
Circle Jerks,
The Velvet Underground,
The Remains,
Sex Pistols,
Severed Heads,
Reuben Wilson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Martian,
Pantytec,
Das Ding,
The Searchers,
Duran Duran,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.