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 Taiwan and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Gil Scott Heron to the funk 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
F. McDonald,
Joe Smooth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bill Wells,
Funkadelic,
Amon Düül II,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Andrew Hill,
The New Christs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hoover,
Minor Threat,
Lalann,
The Gap Band,
Symarip,
The Happenings,
Laurel Aitken,
ABC,
The Leaves,
Von Mondo,
John Lydon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Q and Not U,
Duran Duran,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Evens,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Walker Brothers,
Susan Cadogan,
Skarface,
The Mummies,
Derrick May,
Ultra Naté,
The Associates,
The Moody Blues,
Minutemen,
Gang of Four,
Cymande,
KRS-One,
The Trojans,
Franke,
Peter & Gordon,
Bush Tetras,
the Slits,
Moss Icon,
Monks,
48th St. Collective,
Accadde A,
Oneida,
Black Flag,
Dennis Brown,
EPMD,
The Beau Brummels,
Pulsallama,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Offenders,
The Fugs,
Black Sheep,
Surgeon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Shoche,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.