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 South Sudan 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the rap 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
La Düsseldorf,
48th St. Collective,
the Soft Cell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sparks,
Das Ding,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Flag,
Camouflage,
Jeff Mills,
Chris & Cosey,
Underground Resistance,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultra Naté,
The Cure,
MDC,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sound Behaviour,
Be Bop Deluxe,
T.S.O.L.,
Juan Atkins,
the Association,
Blake Baxter,
Black Bananas,
The Victims,
Livin' Joy,
Country Teasers,
Goldenarms,
Funkadelic,
Deakin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sam Rivers,
Half Japanese,
K-Klass,
Black Pus,
Arab on Radar,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rosa Yemen,
Lakeside,
Monks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Duran Duran,
Bad Manners,
Soul Sonic Force,
Harmonia,
Frankie Knuckles,
Audionom,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scratch Acid,
The Smiths,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Liliput,
Icehouse,
Supertramp,
the Slits,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.