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 Sri Lanka and from New York.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 D'Angelo to the electroclash 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
The Misunderstood,
Average White Band,
The Five Americans,
The Gladiators,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DNA,
Reagan Youth,
Patti Smith,
Scrapy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Danielle Patucci,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pet Shop Boys,
Babytalk,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Golliwogs,
Infiniti,
These Immortal Souls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pole,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Skaos,
Black Flag,
Pantaleimon,
Mandrill,
the Slits,
Von Mondo,
Charles Mingus,
Subhumans,
Todd Rundgren,
Letta Mbulu,
Altered Images,
Funky Four + One,
Rosa Yemen,
The Residents,
Minny Pops,
Lakeside,
Joyce Sims,
Crooked Eye,
Roxy Music,
Matthew Bourne,
New York Dolls,
Blossom Toes,
Echospace,
Unrelated Segments,
Jesper Dahlback,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Seeds,
Fat Boys,
Aural Exciters,
Anakelly,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Susan Cadogan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
KRS-One,
Oblivians,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.