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 Kuwait and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Franke 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Bobby Womack,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Blancmange,
The Fuzztones,
The Wake,
LL Cool J,
Joey Negro,
Lower 48,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aural Exciters,
The Smoke,
cv313,
Sun City Girls,
Gong,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang of Four,
Donny Hathaway,
Pole,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Reed,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Selecter,
Youth Brigade,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mission of Burma,
Panda Bear,
Nils Olav,
The Happenings,
E-Dancer,
Franke,
Cymande,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cluster,
Index,
Fluxion,
The Real Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mummies,
Ultimate Spinach,
Arab on Radar,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Oblivians,
Boredoms,
Pantaleimon,
David McCallum,
Los Fastidios,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Fania All-Stars,
Infiniti,
Simply Red,
Patti Smith,
Saccharine Trust,
Tres Demented,
The Flesh Eaters,
Make Up,
Rekid,
the Germs,
Dark Day,
the Bar-Kays,
JFA,
Tommy Roe,
Michelle Simonal,
Organ,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.