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 Grenada and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Deadbeat to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Young Rascals,
New Age Steppers,
Carl Craig,
The Toasters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Monolake,
Sight & Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
The Count Five,
Tropical Tobacco,
Schoolly D,
The Grass Roots,
the Soft Cell,
Niagra,
The Five Americans,
Morten Harket,
Ohio Players,
Hoover,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Franke,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Flipper,
The Gories,
Vladislav Delay,
The Last Poets,
Ten City,
Brick,
Fear,
Soulsonic Force,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Visage,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lucky Dragons,
Lower 48,
Girls At Our Best!,
Janne Schatter,
Michelle Simonal,
Electric Prunes,
Average White Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
James White and The Blacks,
Animal Collective,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Pus,
Fugazi,
Pantytec,
Dead Boys,
Zapp,
Can,
Angry Samoans,
Kaleidoscope,
Isaac Hayes,
Soft Cell,
the Association,
The Electric Prunes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Walker Brothers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.