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 Tanzania and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
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 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 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 Glambeats Corp. to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Sonic Youth,
The Red Krayola,
Jeff Mills,
Sex Pistols,
Bad Manners,
Amon Düül II,
Fat Boys,
New York Dolls,
Hashim,
a-ha,
Harry Pussy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Duran Duran,
Visage,
Spoonie Gee,
Half Japanese,
Motorama,
Kerri Chandler,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Archie Shepp,
The Saints,
The Fall,
Minny Pops,
Cecil Taylor,
Yellowson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Livin' Joy,
Idris Muhammad,
Swell Maps,
The Martian,
Brick,
The Pretty Things,
Rites of Spring,
Sight & Sound,
Television,
Iggy Pop,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Spandau Ballet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Neu!,
Barbara Tucker,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tim Buckley,
Negative Approach,
The Move,
Funkadelic,
DJ Style,
John Cale,
The Techniques,
Roy Ayers,
Susan Cadogan,
the Slits,
Gil Scott Heron,
Arcadia,
The Barracudas,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gories,
The Human League,
Slave,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.