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 Chad and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum 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 Janne Schatter to the disco 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Glenn Branca,
Rakim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Johnny Clarke,
Kayak,
Scrapy,
Soft Cell,
David Bowie,
The Smoke,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sex Pistols,
The Happenings,
The Index,
OOIOO,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tomorrow,
The Doobie Brothers,
Drexciya,
Max Romeo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Magma,
Bobbi Humphrey,
U.S. Maple,
The Golliwogs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Desert Stars,
Swans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sugar Minott,
Bush Tetras,
Ludus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
AZ,
Procol Harum,
Liliput,
Cal Tjader,
Black Moon,
Bill Wells,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deakin,
The Human League,
Underground Resistance,
Subhumans,
The Searchers,
Khruangbin,
The Fuzztones,
DJ Style,
Scion,
Eurythmics,
Model 500,
Anakelly,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Niagra,
Michelle Simonal,
Cheater Slicks,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.