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 Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 The Blackbyrds to the rap 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Trumans Water,
Public Image Ltd.,
Charles Mingus,
Guru Guru,
The Pretty Things,
Schoolly D,
FM Einheit,
Nick Fraelich,
Tres Demented,
Porter Ricks,
Stetsasonic,
the Swans,
Sandy B,
Suburban Knight,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Skatalites,
The Blackbyrds,
Sun Ra,
Pantaleimon,
Mission of Burma,
Minny Pops,
Harry Pussy,
Sam Rivers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Babytalk,
The Trojans,
Ludus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Y Pants,
The Offenders,
Bronski Beat,
The Electric Prunes,
Main Source,
Slick Rick,
Depeche Mode,
Smog,
48th St. Collective,
The Invisible,
Underground Resistance,
Danielle Patucci,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Holt,
Mad Mike,
Model 500,
The Sonics,
Fad Gadget,
Gang Starr,
Steve Hackett,
Niagra,
The Mummies,
John Cale,
Hashim,
Isaac Hayes,
Theoretical Girls,
Barry Ungar,
The Monks,
Icehouse,
JFA,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.