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 Bolivia and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the crunk 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Bobby Byrd,
Joey Negro,
Ten City,
Skaos,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Real Kids,
Wolf Eyes,
The Black Dice,
X-102,
Terrestrial Tones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Glenn Branca,
Flipper,
Dennis Brown,
Prince Buster,
LL Cool J,
Blossom Toes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Silicon Teens,
The Fugs,
AZ,
Television Personalities,
The Victims,
Minny Pops,
This Heat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scott Walker,
The Last Poets,
Piero Umiliani,
The Slackers,
Severed Heads,
The Red Krayola,
Sixth Finger,
The J.B.'s,
Radiohead,
Thee Headcoats,
Patti Smith,
Derrick May,
Tom Boy,
Bad Manners,
Roger Hodgson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DJ Style,
Siglo XX,
Chris Corsano,
Andrew Hill,
Pere Ubu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Animal Collective,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Agent Orange,
Gang Green,
The Divine Comedy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Ken Boothe,
Groovy Waters,
June of 44,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.