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 Belize and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Wings to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Dennis Brown,
Reuben Wilson,
MC5,
T.S.O.L.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eurythmics,
David Bowie,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Janne Schatter,
Average White Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Pere Ubu,
Quando Quango,
The Raincoats,
Drive Like Jehu,
Zero Boys,
The Fire Engines,
Archie Shepp,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Toni Rubio,
Letta Mbulu,
UT,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lyres,
Mad Mike,
Gong,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Donny Hathaway,
Byron Stingily,
Tommy Roe,
The Fall,
Jacques Brel,
L. Decosne,
Index,
Soft Machine,
Saccharine Trust,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Silicon Teens,
Todd Rundgren,
Supertramp,
Malaria!,
Mantronix,
Lucky Dragons,
Henry Cow,
Babytalk,
The Moleskins,
The Walker Brothers,
Albert Ayler,
Mr. Review,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cluster,
Terrestrial Tones,
Anthony Braxton,
Moebius,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.