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 Kenya and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Captain Beefheart 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 R.M.O. to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
the Germs,
Nas,
David Bowie,
Piero Umiliani,
Harmonia,
The Victims,
Eli Mardock,
One Last Wish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Faraquet,
Ice-T,
Yusef Lateef,
Pylon,
Duran Duran,
James White and The Blacks,
The Last Poets,
Johnny Clarke,
Man Parrish,
X-102,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Animal Collective,
Tommy Roe,
Sun Ra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
MC5,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Make Up,
The Shadows of Knight,
Slick Rick,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soft Cell,
LL Cool J,
Ituana,
T. Rex,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eric Dolphy,
The Seeds,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Busters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wings,
Supertramp,
Hashim,
The Cure,
The Happenings,
The Star Department,
Minnie Riperton,
The Slackers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rakim,
The Golliwogs,
John Coltrane,
Depeche Mode,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scan 7,
The Motions,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hasil Adkins,
B.T. Express,
Bootsy Collins,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.