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 Macedonia and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes 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 Fluxion to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Royal Trux,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jandek,
Mantronix,
Pantaleimon,
David Bowie,
Wire,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eddi Front,
Isaac Hayes,
One Last Wish,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Moon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Motorama,
Eric Dolphy,
Alice Coltrane,
the Sonics,
The Invisible,
Beasts of Bourbon,
10cc,
Agent Orange,
Inner City,
Arthur Verocai,
Yaz,
Nils Olav,
Make Up,
The Doors,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Angry Samoans,
Alton Ellis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Tremeloes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roger Hodgson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wolf Eyes,
The Mummies,
Masters at Work,
Minutemen,
The Wake,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joy Division,
Black Bananas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ludus,
Spoonie Gee,
The Remains,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joey Negro,
Todd Terry,
Lightning Bolt,
Dave Gahan,
The Motions,
Shuggie Otis,
Mark Hollis,
Ten City,
kango's stein massive,
Derrick May,
K-Klass,
The Residents,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.