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 Macedonia and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gang Starr to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Amazonics,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alison Limerick,
The Saints,
Chrome,
David Axelrod,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Television,
The J.B.'s,
Radiohead,
Bobby Sherman,
Robert Hood,
Soul II Soul,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cameo,
The Neon Judgement,
Tubeway Army,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minutemen,
Sex Pistols,
John Foxx,
Henry Cow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hardrive,
Audionom,
Ken Boothe,
Ultravox,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fuzztones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Five Americans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gerry Rafferty,
JFA,
Ponytail,
David Bowie,
Desert Stars,
Robert Görl,
Magazine,
Harpers Bizarre,
Magma,
UT,
the Soft Cell,
Michelle Simonal,
Section 25,
Patti Smith,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ten City,
The Gap Band,
Jandek,
Alice Coltrane,
Das Ding,
Mission of Burma,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang of Four,
Crispy Ambulance,
Con Funk Shun,
Derrick May,
Gang Green,
Nik Kershaw,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.