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 Korea North and from Lille.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Pulsallama,
The Victims,
Make Up,
T. Rex,
Electric Prunes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kas Product,
Vainqueur,
Minor Threat,
The Fortunes,
Man Parrish,
The Gories,
The Motions,
Television Personalities,
The Knickerbockers,
Smog,
The Buckinghams,
Niagra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Absolute Body Control,
Robert Görl,
Supertramp,
Camouflage,
Infiniti,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Robert Hood,
Depeche Mode,
Alphaville,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fear,
Soft Cell,
The Modern Lovers,
Accadde A,
Black Sheep,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stetsasonic,
Newcleus,
KRS-One,
Sandy B,
Bad Manners,
Massinfluence,
cv313,
Pantaleimon,
Yazoo,
Stiv Bators,
Gong,
Japan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soft Machine,
The Associates,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sällskapet,
Sound Behaviour,
Spoonie Gee,
Johnny Osbourne,
Talk Talk,
Slick Rick,
Rakim,
Glenn Branca,
Moss Icon,
Scrapy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.