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 Honduras and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 The Misunderstood to the grime 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Can,
The Dirtbombs,
Sun City Girls,
Ludus,
The Techniques,
Andrew Hill,
Yellowson,
The Evens,
Peter & Gordon,
Neu!,
Dead Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
Rufus Thomas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bauhaus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lindisfarne,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Coltrane,
Visage,
The Fuzztones,
H. Thieme,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scrapy,
Pantaleimon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mark Hollis,
Todd Rundgren,
Max Romeo,
Circle Jerks,
Sparks,
The Tremeloes,
Pere Ubu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Ituana,
Motorama,
Con Funk Shun,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fall,
The J.B.'s,
Kerri Chandler,
The Selecter,
World's Most,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yazoo,
Lower 48,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Barracudas,
Isaac Hayes,
UT,
The Doors,
Matthew Halsall,
Fear,
cv313,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deakin,
Skriet,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.