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 Kiribati and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Deadbeat to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Tres Demented,
Jimmy McGriff,
Q65,
Gong,
Half Japanese,
Brick,
Lyres,
Urselle,
Visage,
Hoover,
The Red Krayola,
Interpol,
Neil Young,
The Wake,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Curtis Mayfield,
Silicon Teens,
Icehouse,
JFA,
Young Marble Giants,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sixth Finger,
Second Layer,
The Gap Band,
The Trojans,
Camberwell Now,
Easy Going,
Bizarre Inc.,
Excepter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
MDC,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Robert Görl,
Johnny Clarke,
Nils Olav,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Smoke,
Gang Green,
Average White Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barrington Levy,
Minnie Riperton,
The Kinks,
Pulsallama,
Sister Nancy,
Main Source,
Reagan Youth,
The Slackers,
Alison Limerick,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Animal Collective,
Jawbox,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Offenders,
Echospace,
the Human League,
Mark Hollis,
Das Ding,
Fela Kuti,
Althea and Donna,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.