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 Macedonia and from Mexico City.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gang Starr to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
OOIOO,
David Axelrod,
China Crisis,
Heaven 17,
Tres Demented,
Soul II Soul,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Essential Logic,
Massinfluence,
Danielle Patucci,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alice Coltrane,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joe Finger,
Aaron Thompson,
Reagan Youth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roxy Music,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Move,
The Associates,
Young Marble Giants,
The Pop Group,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fugs,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Donald Byrd,
The Offenders,
It's A Beautiful Day,
In Retrospect,
Fatback Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alphaville,
Deepchord,
Kerri Chandler,
Funky Four + One,
D'Angelo,
Brick,
Letta Mbulu,
Nico,
Radio Birdman,
Zapp,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roger Hodgson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Chrome,
Absolute Body Control,
Lindisfarne,
New Age Steppers,
Sällskapet,
The Human League,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Man Parrish,
Supertramp,
The Selecter,
Oneida,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Velvet Underground,
Y Pants,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.