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 Sweden and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kayak to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Nirvana,
This Heat,
JFA,
Fear,
the Association,
Ultra Naté,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hoover,
Carl Craig,
Susan Cadogan,
Janne Schatter,
Half Japanese,
Ossler,
Franke,
Khruangbin,
David Axelrod,
Tropical Tobacco,
Electric Prunes,
Stereo Dub,
Aswad,
Gang of Four,
John Lydon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yaz,
Darondo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nas,
Lakeside,
Scan 7,
Dark Day,
Absolute Body Control,
The Divine Comedy,
Skaos,
The Happenings,
Boredoms,
Brick,
Donald Byrd,
Accadde A,
Pole,
Pulsallama,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Massinfluence,
Rotary Connection,
Jeff Mills,
Johnny Clarke,
Supertramp,
Lungfish,
Newcleus,
David McCallum,
Tres Demented,
Television,
The Moleskins,
The Skatalites,
Minny Pops,
Harpers Bizarre,
a-ha,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.