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 Chad and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the güiro 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 Little Man to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Nirvana,
Minutemen,
The Grass Roots,
Kaleidoscope,
Alison Limerick,
Hasil Adkins,
Mad Mike,
The Standells,
Newcleus,
The Seeds,
Lee Hazlewood,
Suicide,
Chris & Cosey,
Outsiders,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kerri Chandler,
Ossler,
Siglo XX,
The Litter,
Lyres,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joey Negro,
The Moleskins,
JFA,
The Fortunes,
The Walker Brothers,
K-Klass,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Can,
Franke,
Dave Gahan,
Warsaw,
Symarip,
Stiv Bators,
Max Romeo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Moebius,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Skaos,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ice-T,
The American Breed,
Skriet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Adolescents,
The Black Dice,
The Victims,
X-102,
Tom Boy,
John Holt,
Deakin,
Cluster,
The Modern Lovers,
Harry Pussy,
Chris Corsano,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.