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 Nepal 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Lonnie Liston Smith 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
MDC,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sixth Finger,
Aloha Tigers,
The J.B.'s,
Matthew Bourne,
Roxette,
Essential Logic,
Unrelated Segments,
Ossler,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Happenings,
Barry Ungar,
The Smiths,
Tommy Roe,
The Standells,
Deakin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Trumans Water,
The Dirtbombs,
The Remains,
Cecil Taylor,
Boogie Down Productions,
Letta Mbulu,
Masters at Work,
DJ Sneak,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pole,
Amon Düül,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Archie Shepp,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dawn Penn,
Minutemen,
Clear Light,
the Swans,
Erasure,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marmalade,
Accadde A,
Television Personalities,
Royal Trux,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mo-Dettes,
Roy Ayers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Popol Vuh,
Metal Thangz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jerry's Kids,
Kas Product,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Glambeats Corp.,
Oneida,
Procol Harum,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.