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 Iceland and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Con Funk Shun to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Electric Prunes,
The American Breed,
The Slits,
Suburban Knight,
Delon & Dalcan,
MDC,
the Germs,
DNA,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Divine Comedy,
Sandy B,
The Vogues,
Boredoms,
Andrew Hill,
E-Dancer,
Camberwell Now,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Skaos,
Liliput,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ornette Coleman,
UT,
Dennis Brown,
Carl Craig,
The Invisible,
F. McDonald,
Aloha Tigers,
Trumans Water,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Althea and Donna,
Joy Division,
Joey Negro,
John Cale,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Funkadelic,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Leaves,
the Association,
Urselle,
Scott Walker,
Ultimate Spinach,
K-Klass,
Cecil Taylor,
Alton Ellis,
Chris Corsano,
Amazonics,
Johnny Clarke,
Magma,
Unrelated Segments,
Idris Muhammad,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Byron Stingily,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lakeside,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Litter,
Juan Atkins,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.