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 Maldives and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the funk 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Toni Rubio,
Curtis Mayfield,
Isaac Hayes,
X-Ray Spex,
Flipper,
Monks,
David Bowie,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang Green,
The Beau Brummels,
Ornette Coleman,
Section 25,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Trumans Water,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
10cc,
The Leaves,
John Coltrane,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Monochrome Set,
Marvin Gaye,
Skarface,
The Gun Club,
Brothers Johnson,
Sun Ra,
Barbara Tucker,
Youth Brigade,
Black Pus,
Severed Heads,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The New Christs,
Mo-Dettes,
Bluetip,
Janne Schatter,
The Litter,
The Fugs,
Joe Finger,
Laurel Aitken,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Divine Comedy,
Mandrill,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Qualms,
Harry Pussy,
Fela Kuti,
Ralphi Rosario,
Donny Hathaway,
kango's stein massive,
The Cramps,
Rosa Yemen,
Connie Case,
Chrome,
Shuggie Otis,
Faraquet,
The Sound,
Sällskapet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.