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 Canada and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 F. McDonald to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 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?
Gabor Szabo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sex Pistols,
Livin' Joy,
Aloha Tigers,
Carl Craig,
Sam Rivers,
Al Stewart,
Sixth Finger,
Second Layer,
Tim Buckley,
Grey Daturas,
Todd Terry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Association,
Can,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gories,
Quando Quango,
Joy Division,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Johnny Clarke,
Soulsonic Force,
The Grass Roots,
X-Ray Spex,
John Lydon,
Desert Stars,
The Fall,
Khruangbin,
Byron Stingily,
La Düsseldorf,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Christie,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wolf Eyes,
Intrusion,
The Red Krayola,
Soul Sonic Force,
Average White Band,
Youth Brigade,
The Cowsills,
the Fania All-Stars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Durutti Column,
Icehouse,
X-101,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
In Retrospect,
Pere Ubu,
Ultra Naté,
The Count Five,
U.S. Maple,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ohio Players,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.