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 Maldives and from London.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer 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 Black Sheep to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Nico,
Amon Düül II,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soul II Soul,
Ohio Players,
Hashim,
Deepchord,
Scion,
The Blues Magoos,
Neil Young,
Bill Wells,
Rites of Spring,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Warsaw,
The Motions,
Jerry's Kids,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gong,
DNA,
Black Flag,
Danielle Patucci,
Lyres,
The Five Americans,
the Association,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Byrd,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Massinfluence,
Ultimate Spinach,
Todd Rundgren,
Wolf Eyes,
E-Dancer,
The Angels of Light,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Khruangbin,
Nas,
Fatback Band,
The Tremeloes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Agent Orange,
Fluxion,
Scott Walker,
Toni Rubio,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Mojo Men,
The Wake,
Sixth Finger,
Mandrill,
Isaac Hayes,
Ossler,
T.S.O.L.,
Dark Day,
Black Sheep,
Shuggie Otis,
Model 500,
Pere Ubu,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.