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 Antigua and from New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
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 organ 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 Parry Music to the funk 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Henry Cow,
The American Breed,
Mary Jane Girls,
Angry Samoans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Motions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pere Ubu,
Deadbeat,
Junior Murvin,
Clear Light,
the Normal,
Slave,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Last Poets,
U.S. Maple,
Smog,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sonic Youth,
Von Mondo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Robert Görl,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ralphi Rosario,
Terrestrial Tones,
Quadrant,
The Fire Engines,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Angels of Light,
Excepter,
Panda Bear,
The Dirtbombs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
June of 44,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Television,
Crooked Eye,
EPMD,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Victims,
Amazonics,
Jerry's Kids,
Mars,
La Düsseldorf,
The Beau Brummels,
Sex Pistols,
Judy Mowatt,
The Blackbyrds,
Slick Rick,
Nirvana,
Yellowson,
Underground Resistance,
Letta Mbulu,
Cybotron,
Johnny Clarke,
Anakelly,
Eric Copeland,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.