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 Liberia and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Supertramp to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
The Pop Group,
Angry Samoans,
Bootsy Collins,
Robert Görl,
Cal Tjader,
Eden Ahbez,
Fear,
Arcadia,
Arthur Verocai,
Lindisfarne,
Newcleus,
Theoretical Girls,
The Young Rascals,
Peter and Kerry,
The Dirtbombs,
Don Cherry,
Depeche Mode,
Gabor Szabo,
Fluxion,
Brick,
Hot Snakes,
Alton Ellis,
Warren Ellis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mark Hollis,
Bill Wells,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nirvana,
Yazoo,
Half Japanese,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Television Personalities,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Vainqueur,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Clear Light,
Gang Green,
James White and The Blacks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deakin,
Inner City,
Metal Thangz,
Matthew Halsall,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Amon Düül II,
The Tremeloes,
Swell Maps,
Bush Tetras,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mad Mike,
Sarah Menescal,
Iggy Pop,
Y Pants,
Patti Smith,
Chrome,
Can,
Black Flag,
ABC,
48th St. Collective,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.