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 Toronto.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Faust to the grunge 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
John Coltrane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lindisfarne,
Derrick May,
Cal Tjader,
Prince Buster,
Country Teasers,
Supertramp,
OOIOO,
The Trojans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang Starr,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Second Layer,
Circle Jerks,
Soulsonic Force,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scratch Acid,
Negative Approach,
Eli Mardock,
Bauhaus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joey Negro,
Minutemen,
The Moody Blues,
Ornette Coleman,
The Dead C,
X-102,
X-101,
the Human League,
The Pretty Things,
The Mojo Men,
Sex Pistols,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Byrd,
Model 500,
Agent Orange,
Minny Pops,
Fat Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tubeway Army,
John Cale,
Sun Ra,
Sarah Menescal,
Theoretical Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Association,
Anthony Braxton,
Brand Nubian,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultra Naté,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minnie Riperton,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.