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 Grenada and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Schoolly D to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
The Modern Lovers,
Al Stewart,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Freddie Wadling,
Y Pants,
Crooked Eye,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Buckinghams,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Basic Channel,
The Selecter,
Oblivians,
Skarface,
The Human League,
The Birthday Party,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Saccharine Trust,
E-Dancer,
Donny Hathaway,
Alphaville,
The Red Krayola,
X-Ray Spex,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Warsaw,
Black Flag,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alton Ellis,
Marvin Gaye,
The Electric Prunes,
Simply Red,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Womack,
Sister Nancy,
Tommy Roe,
Zapp,
a-ha,
Leonard Cohen,
The United States of America,
Nils Olav,
Dennis Brown,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wasted Youth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bluetip,
Gong,
Stiv Bators,
Minny Pops,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ohio Players,
Blossom Toes,
Scientists,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ken Boothe,
Animal Collective,
Aural Exciters,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Sherman,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.