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 Senegal 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
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 linndrum 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 Todd Terry to the techno 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Young Marble Giants,
Thee Headcoats,
Silicon Teens,
The Slits,
The Toasters,
Moby Grape,
Todd Rundgren,
Eric B and Rakim,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Das Ding,
Rod Modell,
Moss Icon,
John Coltrane,
Deadbeat,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pulsallama,
Matthew Bourne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nation of Ulysses,
Arcadia,
The Fuzztones,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Andrew Hill,
Shuggie Otis,
Siglo XX,
AZ,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Misunderstood,
The Mummies,
Reuben Wilson,
James White and The Blacks,
Clear Light,
The Skatalites,
Howard Jones,
Patti Smith,
X-101,
Don Cherry,
Amon Düül II,
cv313,
Lightning Bolt,
Ken Boothe,
Ossler,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rakim,
Angry Samoans,
Darondo,
Yazoo,
Eric Copeland,
Zapp,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Star Department,
Public Enemy,
Robert Görl,
Qualms,
Frankie Knuckles,
Little Man,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.