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 Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
June Days,
Dave Gahan,
Procol Harum,
Tres Demented,
The American Breed,
Public Image Ltd.,
DNA,
Dennis Brown,
Derrick May,
Masters at Work,
Section 25,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Star Department,
Gabor Szabo,
Franke,
The Victims,
Ken Boothe,
Yusef Lateef,
Sound Behaviour,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ronan,
Amazonics,
Harmonia,
Icehouse,
Funkadelic,
Banda Bassotti,
Fad Gadget,
Leonard Cohen,
Aural Exciters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
New Age Steppers,
Underground Resistance,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tubeway Army,
Animal Collective,
The Skatalites,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gladiators,
Derrick Morgan,
Altered Images,
DJ Style,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Sherman,
Slick Rick,
Rapeman,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Byrd,
Matthew Bourne,
Index,
Man Eating Sloth,
Piero Umiliani,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Spandau Ballet,
R.M.O.,
Livin' Joy,
Kerri Chandler,
Erasure,
Suicide,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.