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 India and from Beijing.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Max Romeo 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Desert Stars,
Jacques Brel,
Symarip,
Pantytec,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Martian,
Hoover,
Girls At Our Best!,
AZ,
Marc Almond,
Joensuu 1685,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Monks,
Nas,
Duran Duran,
Ohio Players,
Amon Düül II,
The Smoke,
Mandrill,
Cheater Slicks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Letta Mbulu,
Max Romeo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Essential Logic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Zero Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
The Move,
Aloha Tigers,
Lyres,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kas Product,
K-Klass,
Ice-T,
Boogie Down Productions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Holt,
Nils Olav,
Newcleus,
Sex Pistols,
Second Layer,
Arab on Radar,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tres Demented,
Crash Course in Science,
Cybotron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eurythmics,
The Associates,
The Durutti Column,
Y Pants,
The Residents,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Talk Talk,
Brothers Johnson,
Quando Quango,
Supertramp,
Rekid,
Cecil Taylor,
Fela Kuti,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.