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 Zimbabwe and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 Robert Wyatt to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Maleditus Sound,
Heaven 17,
Yazoo,
The United States of America,
Agitation Free,
X-101,
Big Daddy Kane,
Toni Rubio,
The Pretty Things,
Livin' Joy,
Depeche Mode,
Lucky Dragons,
KRS-One,
Index,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Skarface,
Ice-T,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The American Breed,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Talk Talk,
48th St. Collective,
Davy DMX,
Connie Case,
Andrew Hill,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gerry Rafferty,
Masters at Work,
Public Enemy,
Scott Walker,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Infiniti,
Colin Newman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Sonics,
Mars,
Camberwell Now,
Moby Grape,
Fatback Band,
John Cale,
Gichy Dan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Blancmange,
Niagra,
The Young Rascals,
Eve St. Jones,
Nas,
Bill Near,
Thompson Twins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eden Ahbez,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lightning Bolt,
The Grass Roots,
Jacques Brel,
Audionom,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aural Exciters,
Cameo,
Scientists,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.