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 Somalia and from Milan.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Max Romeo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Buckinghams,
H. Thieme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bootsy Collins,
Popol Vuh,
Make Up,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cure,
Mr. Review,
Suburban Knight,
Depeche Mode,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Freddie Wadling,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ornette Coleman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lakeside,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Don Cherry,
Lower 48,
The Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marshall Jefferson,
Harmonia,
Johnny Clarke,
Q65,
Byron Stingily,
the Germs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
World's Most,
Angry Samoans,
Rod Modell,
Thee Headcoats,
Wire,
kango's stein massive,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cheater Slicks,
Los Fastidios,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camberwell Now,
Junior Murvin,
Cluster,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Sound,
Kas Product,
Juan Atkins,
Rosa Yemen,
Davy DMX,
Trumans Water,
Deadbeat,
Malaria!,
Frankie Knuckles,
Severed Heads,
Spoonie Gee,
The Move,
Scrapy,
EPMD,
Flipper,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.