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 Kenya and from London.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Funkadelic to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Main Source,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alison Limerick,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Glenn Branca,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gap Band,
cv313,
Kenny Larkin,
Sun Ra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Index,
The Dead C,
Absolute Body Control,
Eurythmics,
Anakelly,
Q65,
Aural Exciters,
Wolf Eyes,
Skarface,
The Sonics,
Pylon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alton Ellis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Young Rascals,
Agent Orange,
ABBA,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The New Christs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Monks,
Bluetip,
kango's stein massive,
Graham Central Station,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ronnie Foster,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Last Poets,
The Music Machine,
Swans,
Desert Stars,
Byron Stingily,
Lindisfarne,
Eric Copeland,
The Durutti Column,
Bizarre Inc.,
T.S.O.L.,
Oneida,
Slick Rick,
Kayak,
Spoonie Gee,
Moby Grape,
Man Eating Sloth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Isaac Hayes,
The Victims,
Curtis Mayfield,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.