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 Nepal and from New York.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 Soft Cell to the grime 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eden Ahbez,
Angry Samoans,
Minor Threat,
Soulsonic Force,
Electric Prunes,
Youth Brigade,
Japan,
Sun Ra,
the Normal,
Groovy Waters,
Eric Dolphy,
Cal Tjader,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cluster,
Moby Grape,
Dark Day,
CMW,
Joe Finger,
John Holt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Desert Stars,
The Wake,
Model 500,
Gichy Dan,
Crash Course in Science,
Silicon Teens,
The Seeds,
Public Enemy,
New Age Steppers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Walker Brothers,
The Blues Magoos,
Joe Smooth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Boredoms,
Eddi Front,
The Moleskins,
Dennis Brown,
Minny Pops,
ABBA,
Country Teasers,
La Düsseldorf,
Albert Ayler,
Fatback Band,
Half Japanese,
Audionom,
Funkadelic,
DNA,
Arab on Radar,
X-Ray Spex,
The Durutti Column,
Peter and Kerry,
Eric Copeland,
Sonny Sharrock,
Derrick Morgan,
Spoonie Gee,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.