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 Denmark and from Bologna.
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 Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin 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 Piero Umiliani to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Von Mondo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aural Exciters,
Wolf Eyes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Seeds,
Derrick May,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fuzztones,
Gregory Isaacs,
Isaac Hayes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ludus,
Wasted Youth,
The Cure,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Mission of Burma,
T.S.O.L.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Surgeon,
The Stooges,
Sarah Menescal,
Pole,
Interpol,
the Bar-Kays,
D'Angelo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
ABBA,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tom Boy,
Jerry's Kids,
Pussy Galore,
Reuben Wilson,
One Last Wish,
Rekid,
Idris Muhammad,
The Grass Roots,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Moon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bob Dylan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dead Boys,
Byron Stingily,
Bootsy Collins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Donald Byrd,
John Holt,
The Walker Brothers,
Max Romeo,
Depeche Mode,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Golliwogs,
The Durutti Column,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.