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 Australia and from Tokyo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Bang On A Can,
Wasted Youth,
X-101,
Youth Brigade,
Can,
Qualms,
Thee Headcoats,
Los Fastidios,
Loose Ends,
Bob Dylan,
Tomorrow,
Faraquet,
The Fugs,
Janne Schatter,
Duran Duran,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Moon,
Desert Stars,
Soft Cell,
Oblivians,
The Wake,
Steve Hackett,
Soul II Soul,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Guru Guru,
Aswad,
F. McDonald,
Scan 7,
The Remains,
Sonic Youth,
Swans,
Anthony Braxton,
The Red Krayola,
Derrick May,
Shuggie Otis,
D'Angelo,
Aloha Tigers,
Fugazi,
Shoche,
The Mummies,
Fluxion,
Brothers Johnson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Silicon Teens,
Blake Baxter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
ABC,
Intrusion,
Visage,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stiv Bators,
Q and Not U,
Fatback Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Kerri Chandler,
Gabor Szabo,
Lindisfarne,
Moss Icon,
Howard Jones,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.