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 Hungary and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bush Tetras to the electroclash 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Roger Hodgson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cecil Taylor,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lightning Bolt,
Soft Cell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ice-T,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sarah Menescal,
The Wake,
The Electric Prunes,
the Bar-Kays,
Don Cherry,
Inner City,
The Doors,
a-ha,
Funkadelic,
Blossom Toes,
Dark Day,
The Barracudas,
Letta Mbulu,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Black Dice,
Roxette,
Kerrie Biddell,
Surgeon,
OOIOO,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nils Olav,
Yaz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Maurizio,
David Axelrod,
Mandrill,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Germs,
James White and The Blacks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Sherman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deakin,
The Real Kids,
Sixth Finger,
Section 25,
Moby Grape,
Bob Dylan,
Fatback Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Young Marble Giants,
A Certain Ratio,
Tres Demented,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jacques Brel,
Idris Muhammad,
Blake Baxter,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.