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 Djibouti and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 D'Angelo to the dance 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
The Standells,
Wally Richardson,
Groovy Waters,
Joe Finger,
Graham Central Station,
Sandy B,
Robert Wyatt,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Young Rascals,
The Trojans,
Skriet,
Parry Music,
Camberwell Now,
Au Pairs,
The Motions,
Boz Scaggs,
The Knickerbockers,
Qualms,
Sun Ra,
the Germs,
Stiv Bators,
Delon & Dalcan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Pretty Things,
Peter and Kerry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roy Ayers,
Nirvana,
Moby Grape,
The Shadows of Knight,
Loose Ends,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Terry Callier,
Soft Machine,
The Moleskins,
Heaven 17,
Little Man,
MC5,
Mary Jane Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Index,
The Music Machine,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ludus,
MDC,
Blancmange,
Scan 7,
Bootsy Collins,
Fluxion,
Funkadelic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
AZ,
Bill Wells,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Busters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.