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 Haiti and from Mexico City.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare 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 David Axelrod to the grime 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Lucky Dragons,
Technova,
Morten Harket,
Chrome,
D'Angelo,
The Selecter,
Aaron Thompson,
Heaven 17,
Lindisfarne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marmalade,
MDC,
Pole,
The Moleskins,
Black Sheep,
Oblivians,
The Dirtbombs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Agent Orange,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Residents,
Matthew Bourne,
Infiniti,
Second Layer,
The Victims,
Derrick May,
Black Pus,
Joe Smooth,
Joyce Sims,
The Index,
Supertramp,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Vainqueur,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stereo Dub,
Roxy Music,
Letta Mbulu,
Index,
Basic Channel,
Circle Jerks,
Electric Prunes,
Accadde A,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sällskapet,
The New Christs,
Minny Pops,
Minnie Riperton,
Rekid,
Bad Manners,
Avey Tare,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yusef Lateef,
cv313,
H. Thieme,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.