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 Vanuatu and from Delhi.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the disco 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Niagra,
Mad Mike,
Robert Hood,
The Grass Roots,
Reagan Youth,
Warsaw,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deadbeat,
The Vogues,
Roy Ayers,
Barrington Levy,
Crispian St. Peters,
10cc,
Hot Snakes,
Surgeon,
The Mojo Men,
Qualms,
Pulsallama,
Todd Terry,
The Skatalites,
Scratch Acid,
LL Cool J,
Faust,
The Moody Blues,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Whodini,
The Blues Magoos,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
T.S.O.L.,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Moleskins,
Darondo,
The Real Kids,
Country Teasers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Skarface,
Radiopuhelimet,
Monolake,
Massinfluence,
Rod Modell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nirvana,
Inner City,
Isaac Hayes,
Wasted Youth,
Nas,
K-Klass,
Accadde A,
Alice Coltrane,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Associates,
Black Pus,
The Stooges,
Stiv Bators,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joe Smooth,
June of 44,
John Cale,
Josef K,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.