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 Bulgaria and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Grass Roots to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
The Fugs,
Fatback Band,
the Swans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Archie Shepp,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Index,
Glambeats Corp.,
cv313,
Susan Cadogan,
The Pretty Things,
The Saints,
Matthew Bourne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Goldenarms,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jandek,
Technova,
Marc Almond,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alphaville,
Slick Rick,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Trumans Water,
Michelle Simonal,
Terry Callier,
Aloha Tigers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joy Division,
Eurythmics,
Agitation Free,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mad Mike,
Isaac Hayes,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cymande,
Gregory Isaacs,
Angry Samoans,
Jacques Brel,
Scan 7,
Gil Scott Heron,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aural Exciters,
Con Funk Shun,
The Motions,
Vainqueur,
The Fuzztones,
Godley & Creme,
The Index,
Bobby Byrd,
Excepter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Holt,
Iggy Pop,
The Last Poets,
Gang Green,
Carl Craig,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.