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 Dominica and from London.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Lou Reed 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the rock 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
the Normal,
Banda Bassotti,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pulsallama,
Shuggie Otis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joensuu 1685,
Cybotron,
Donald Byrd,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Invisible,
MC5,
Wally Richardson,
The Last Poets,
Freddie Wadling,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Vogues,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bronski Beat,
The Count Five,
E-Dancer,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Man Parrish,
Oneida,
New Order,
The Monks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jandek,
Aswad,
Kas Product,
Fugazi,
Cal Tjader,
Ken Boothe,
Severed Heads,
Roxette,
Sugar Minott,
Section 25,
Tears for Fears,
The Grass Roots,
The Index,
Gang Starr,
Khruangbin,
Soul II Soul,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Bar-Kays,
Bauhaus,
Tommy Roe,
Nation of Ulysses,
David Axelrod,
Crispian St. Peters,
Whodini,
Crash Course in Science,
Scrapy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fall,
Kurtis Blow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tropical Tobacco,
Moebius,
Howard Jones,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.