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 Malaysia 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 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 Monolake to the grunge 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
In Retrospect,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Dirtbombs,
Sugar Minott,
Faust,
Neu!,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cecil Taylor,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Happenings,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Holt,
Index,
Fatback Band,
Albert Ayler,
Tom Boy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roger Hodgson,
Minnie Riperton,
The Busters,
Bad Manners,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Misunderstood,
Niagra,
Flipper,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rod Modell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fugazi,
DJ Style,
Glambeats Corp.,
A Certain Ratio,
Sight & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Fania All-Stars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Iggy Pop,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Warsaw,
The Kinks,
Soulsonic Force,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barry Ungar,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eddi Front,
Shoche,
Grey Daturas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gil Scott Heron,
Godley & Creme,
The Sonics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Procol Harum,
Anakelly,
Skarface,
The Index,
the Bar-Kays,
Sixth Finger,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.