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 Bhutan and from Copenhagen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Talk Talk to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
FM Einheit,
Average White Band,
Babytalk,
Matthew Halsall,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
LL Cool J,
The Seeds,
Crime,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eurythmics,
Kas Product,
Khruangbin,
Sparks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Sheep,
Ituana,
Skarface,
Echospace,
Lee Hazlewood,
DJ Style,
Symarip,
This Heat,
Fatback Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Unrelated Segments,
Shoche,
June of 44,
Tim Buckley,
Althea and Donna,
Q and Not U,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Subhumans,
Fugazi,
The American Breed,
Blake Baxter,
Carl Craig,
The Golliwogs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Letta Mbulu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grey Daturas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Desert Stars,
The Sonics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bauhaus,
U.S. Maple,
Dual Sessions,
X-102,
The Beau Brummels,
Los Fastidios,
The Selecter,
The Pretty Things,
Judy Mowatt,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tears for Fears,
H. Thieme,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.