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 Dominican Republic and from Spokane.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
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 spring reverb 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Youth Brigade,
Chris & Cosey,
Eddi Front,
Jeff Lynne,
Lucky Dragons,
Das Ding,
UT,
Tubeway Army,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Negative Approach,
Accadde A,
Outsiders,
Jerry's Kids,
Rekid,
Loose Ends,
The Toasters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bad Manners,
Massinfluence,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ronnie Foster,
The Durutti Column,
Black Bananas,
Magma,
The Pop Group,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Flag,
Silicon Teens,
The Doors,
Tomorrow,
Sugar Minott,
The Offenders,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ken Boothe,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crash Course in Science,
L. Decosne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Glenn Branca,
Ice-T,
The Cramps,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fela Kuti,
Pet Shop Boys,
Electric Prunes,
Idris Muhammad,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pulsallama,
Alison Limerick,
David Bowie,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cecil Taylor,
Minor Threat,
Amon Düül II,
Nas,
Gregory Isaacs,
Quadrant,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ornette Coleman,
Mission of Burma,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.