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 Thailand and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cameo 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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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 Sonics,
Sällskapet,
The Count Five,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Leonard Cohen,
Pantytec,
Public Enemy,
The Grass Roots,
Letta Mbulu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bad Manners,
Surgeon,
The Pretty Things,
U.S. Maple,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kurtis Blow,
Depeche Mode,
The Star Department,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gladiators,
Drive Like Jehu,
Terry Callier,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Simply Red,
Fugazi,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Red Krayola,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hot Snakes,
The Fall,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Qualms,
Iggy Pop,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Slick Rick,
Nick Fraelich,
Nils Olav,
Bluetip,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Patti Smith,
Spoonie Gee,
CMW,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
New York Dolls,
Scrapy,
Cal Tjader,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Alarm Clocks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
T.S.O.L.,
Don Cherry,
Delta 5,
Sight & Sound,
The Mojo Men,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Index,
Bauhaus,
Davy DMX,
Absolute Body Control,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.