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 Guinea-Bissau and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mo-Dettes to the electroclash 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ken Boothe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Blancmange,
These Immortal Souls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Echospace,
T. Rex,
Q and Not U,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Standells,
Franke,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tres Demented,
Idris Muhammad,
Andrew Hill,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jerry Gold Smith,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bill Wells,
the Bar-Kays,
The Neon Judgement,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
FM Einheit,
Kevin Saunderson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Q65,
Dead Boys,
The Raincoats,
The Busters,
Marc Almond,
Suicide,
The Mojo Men,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gories,
Brothers Johnson,
Ice-T,
Arab on Radar,
Tim Buckley,
Massinfluence,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Toasters,
Excepter,
The Sound,
Essential Logic,
Unrelated Segments,
Camberwell Now,
Gang Green,
Infiniti,
This Heat,
Nils Olav,
Scan 7,
Guru Guru,
Nation of Ulysses,
Duran Duran,
Make Up,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.