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 Hungary and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar 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 Marvin Gaye to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
The Gories,
Pole,
Cymande,
ABC,
Anthony Braxton,
Blossom Toes,
Heaven 17,
Lindisfarne,
Todd Rundgren,
New York Dolls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Blancmange,
Wally Richardson,
Rosa Yemen,
Echospace,
Yazoo,
Dawn Penn,
Gong,
Donny Hathaway,
Lakeside,
Tears for Fears,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deepchord,
Radiohead,
MDC,
The Music Machine,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dead Boys,
Siglo XX,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Patti Smith,
Ossler,
Eli Mardock,
Nas,
Pantaleimon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tim Buckley,
Deakin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roger Hodgson,
Brass Construction,
Charles Mingus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Glambeats Corp.,
June of 44,
Quando Quango,
R.M.O.,
Junior Murvin,
Avey Tare,
Max Romeo,
Davy DMX,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sarah Menescal,
Public Enemy,
Lucky Dragons,
Terry Callier,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lungfish,
Country Teasers,
Ornette Coleman,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.