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 Argentina and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 Bootsy Collins to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
La Düsseldorf,
Avey Tare,
Wasted Youth,
Carl Craig,
Fear,
Toni Rubio,
Aaron Thompson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Todd Terry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Names,
Kool Moe Dee,
Spoonie Gee,
This Heat,
Jacques Brel,
The Last Poets,
Los Fastidios,
Gong,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scrapy,
The Associates,
Yusef Lateef,
Godley & Creme,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Oneida,
Roy Ayers,
Robert Wyatt,
Flipper,
The Red Krayola,
David Bowie,
Rod Modell,
Mo-Dettes,
Lindisfarne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Thompson Twins,
X-101,
AZ,
Fluxion,
Henry Cow,
Spandau Ballet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Royal Trux,
World's Most,
LL Cool J,
Judy Mowatt,
Eric Dolphy,
Colin Newman,
Technova,
Absolute Body Control,
Basic Channel,
Mr. Review,
ABBA,
Archie Shepp,
The Doors,
Sam Rivers,
Magma,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.