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 Burkina and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar 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 Young Marble Giants to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Leonard Cohen,
The Toasters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Warren Ellis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Underground Resistance,
Glenn Branca,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fugs,
Scientists,
Panda Bear,
Josef K,
Jeff Mills,
Altered Images,
Massinfluence,
Interpol,
Vladislav Delay,
The Seeds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tommy Roe,
Grey Daturas,
Sarah Menescal,
The Young Rascals,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Moebius,
Groovy Waters,
Piero Umiliani,
Lucky Dragons,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Mummies,
U.S. Maple,
Jacques Brel,
Eric Dolphy,
The Slackers,
T.S.O.L.,
Harry Pussy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eric Copeland,
Boz Scaggs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brothers Johnson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Electric Prunes,
The Move,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cybotron,
Make Up,
Gang Gang Dance,
Man Parrish,
Archie Shepp,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Adolescents,
Infiniti,
D'Angelo,
Kurtis Blow,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amon Düül,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.