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 Palau and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Flash Fearless 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Spandau Ballet,
Kas Product,
Black Flag,
Cluster,
Suburban Knight,
Surgeon,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fortunes,
Porter Ricks,
One Last Wish,
the Bar-Kays,
The Zeros,
Rhythm & Sound,
Robert Görl,
the Human League,
New York Dolls,
Scion,
Grauzone,
The Doobie Brothers,
Quadrant,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Oblivians,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Busters,
Arcadia,
Sun Ra,
Moebius,
Talk Talk,
The Smiths,
Stereo Dub,
Brand Nubian,
New Age Steppers,
MDC,
Bang On A Can,
L. Decosne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grey Daturas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Saccharine Trust,
Anakelly,
The Buckinghams,
The American Breed,
The Cure,
The Trojans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Dirtbombs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Depeche Mode,
Flipper,
Delon & Dalcan,
Buzzcocks,
Hashim,
Popol Vuh,
Metal Thangz,
Bluetip,
X-102,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nik Kershaw,
The Wake,
Don Cherry,
Minor Threat,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.