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 Kuwait and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator 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 48th St. Collective to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
The Count Five,
Ralphi Rosario,
New Age Steppers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jimmy McGriff,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camouflage,
Guru Guru,
LL Cool J,
The Doors,
Henry Cow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hardrive,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rufus Thomas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wasted Youth,
Blancmange,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cluster,
The Black Dice,
David McCallum,
The Young Rascals,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gun Club,
Bob Dylan,
Grauzone,
a-ha,
Altered Images,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Todd Terry,
Ludus,
Michelle Simonal,
Moss Icon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Janne Schatter,
Mo-Dettes,
Cymande,
Pagans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yusef Lateef,
The Real Kids,
Roxy Music,
Bauhaus,
The Blackbyrds,
The Saints,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Searchers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eric Dolphy,
John Foxx,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eric Copeland,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.