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 St Lucia and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba 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 Erykah Badu to the grime 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kerri Chandler,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Index,
Deepchord,
Skarface,
Procol Harum,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rufus Thomas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Malaria!,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Robert Görl,
Matthew Bourne,
Mission of Burma,
Nation of Ulysses,
Severed Heads,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gregory Isaacs,
Boz Scaggs,
The Barracudas,
Panda Bear,
Ralphi Rosario,
Maleditus Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
Eddi Front,
Wire,
Glambeats Corp.,
One Last Wish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marcia Griffiths,
Josef K,
Audionom,
Average White Band,
Kayak,
Popol Vuh,
Connie Case,
Public Image Ltd.,
Patti Smith,
Khruangbin,
Adolescents,
Saccharine Trust,
Wings,
Delta 5,
Jandek,
Soft Cell,
The Raincoats,
Crash Course in Science,
Easy Going,
Tears for Fears,
The Leaves,
Barry Ungar,
Grauzone,
Y Pants,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
MDC,
Gang Starr,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Monks,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.