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 Suriname and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 Cal Tjader to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lakeside,
Surgeon,
Scientists,
The Standells,
The Star Department,
L. Decosne,
Joy Division,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Sonics,
Lindisfarne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wally Richardson,
The Moody Blues,
F. McDonald,
Vainqueur,
Reuben Wilson,
Byron Stingily,
Ornette Coleman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marvin Gaye,
Steve Hackett,
Excepter,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Names,
The Associates,
Pylon,
The Real Kids,
Porter Ricks,
Cameo,
Agent Orange,
The Knickerbockers,
Young Marble Giants,
Unwound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camberwell Now,
Isaac Hayes,
Silicon Teens,
PIL,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yellowson,
John Foxx,
The Barracudas,
Masters at Work,
Judy Mowatt,
Radiopuhelimet,
cv313,
The New Christs,
Roxy Music,
Donny Hathaway,
Gichy Dan,
Rotary Connection,
Josef K,
Reagan Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
Drexciya,
Second Layer,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.