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 Cameroon and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro 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 Anakelly to the electroclash 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Mars,
The Stooges,
the Fania All-Stars,
Intrusion,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sarah Menescal,
Jacques Brel,
Underground Resistance,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dennis Brown,
The Moody Blues,
Rakim,
DJ Sneak,
Wire,
Guru Guru,
Zapp,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minutemen,
Lalo Schifrin,
The United States of America,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Amazonics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Litter,
Kurtis Blow,
Davy DMX,
Delta 5,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fugazi,
Eric Copeland,
Essential Logic,
Colin Newman,
Ituana,
Subhumans,
Echospace,
David Axelrod,
Alphaville,
The Moleskins,
Accadde A,
Suicide,
Pylon,
H. Thieme,
Hardrive,
Donald Byrd,
X-102,
Alice Coltrane,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marcia Griffiths,
Clear Light,
Brothers Johnson,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Byrd,
Duran Duran,
Hoover,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Panda Bear,
Bronski Beat,
Goldenarms,
The Cramps,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.