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 Kosovo and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Black Sheep to the rock 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Radiopuhelimet,
Severed Heads,
T. Rex,
Black Moon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sight & Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Quando Quango,
Cybotron,
Accadde A,
Barrington Levy,
Excepter,
ABC,
Jeru the Damaja,
Thompson Twins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Index,
Byron Stingily,
EPMD,
Marine Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Josef K,
Second Layer,
Ten City,
Liliput,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grey Daturas,
OOIOO,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Youth Brigade,
Piero Umiliani,
Rod Modell,
Fatback Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Patti Smith,
Franke,
New York Dolls,
Agent Orange,
The Beau Brummels,
Popol Vuh,
The Gun Club,
Cymande,
Sällskapet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Spandau Ballet,
Vainqueur,
Brass Construction,
Crooked Eye,
Slave,
Donny Hathaway,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gories,
Charles Mingus,
Blancmange,
Scan 7,
U.S. Maple,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Johnny Clarke,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.