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 Nicaragua and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Yusef Lateef to the crunk 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
cv313,
The Offenders,
the Slits,
Kurtis Blow,
The Skatalites,
Bauhaus,
OOIOO,
Godley & Creme,
Faraquet,
Eddi Front,
CMW,
Tears for Fears,
New Order,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Althea and Donna,
Alison Limerick,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pulsallama,
Delon & Dalcan,
Siglo XX,
Gang of Four,
Masters at Work,
Basic Channel,
Eric B and Rakim,
Easy Going,
Franke,
Man Eating Sloth,
Shoche,
Judy Mowatt,
B.T. Express,
The Tremeloes,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Mummies,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jeff Lynne,
Ponytail,
Fela Kuti,
Gang Green,
Ice-T,
Gil Scott Heron,
Whodini,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sun City Girls,
Can,
The Pop Group,
the Sonics,
Niagra,
Deepchord,
Tommy Roe,
The Durutti Column,
The Vogues,
D'Angelo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Suicide,
The Slackers,
Nick Fraelich,
Lebanon Hanover,
DJ Style,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.