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 Peru and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 Slick Rick to the funk 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
The Buckinghams,
Anthony Braxton,
Fluxion,
Sight & Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ronan,
Boz Scaggs,
The Moleskins,
The Walker Brothers,
Nirvana,
The Invisible,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Christie,
Quando Quango,
Roger Hodgson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Unrelated Segments,
The Blues Magoos,
Todd Terry,
Kool Moe Dee,
L. Decosne,
The Motions,
X-102,
John Coltrane,
Gang Green,
Minny Pops,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
One Last Wish,
R.M.O.,
Pussy Galore,
Black Sheep,
The Misunderstood,
In Retrospect,
Eden Ahbez,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mad Mike,
Cybotron,
The Cure,
Kerrie Biddell,
Panda Bear,
kango's stein massive,
Fela Kuti,
Sparks,
Franke,
Model 500,
Skriet,
Donny Hathaway,
Scion,
The Doors,
48th St. Collective,
Minnie Riperton,
Average White Band,
June of 44,
Sarah Menescal,
Lower 48,
Sam Rivers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cheater Slicks,
Aural Exciters,
The Slits,
Main Source,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.