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 Niger and from Shanghai.
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 Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Clear Light to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Byrd,
Heaven 17,
Lucky Dragons,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Last Poets,
Eve St. Jones,
Con Funk Shun,
Brothers Johnson,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pierre Henry,
OOIOO,
Neu!,
Tres Demented,
Hot Snakes,
Shoche,
Schoolly D,
Ronnie Foster,
Godley & Creme,
Avey Tare,
The Monks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Carl Craig,
Alton Ellis,
Scratch Acid,
Dark Day,
The Sonics,
cv313,
Soft Cell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bill Near,
The Selecter,
Wasted Youth,
The Names,
Tears for Fears,
The Tremeloes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
LL Cool J,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Newcleus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Archie Shepp,
X-Ray Spex,
Bob Dylan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Duran Duran,
David Bowie,
The Electric Prunes,
10cc,
Icehouse,
Fad Gadget,
Flipper,
Kayak,
Ralphi Rosario,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.