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 East Timor and from Jakarta.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
cv313,
Anthony Braxton,
The Last Poets,
the Soft Cell,
Amazonics,
Johnny Osbourne,
Malaria!,
Maurizio,
John Holt,
New York Dolls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Delta 5,
New Order,
Neil Young,
Mandrill,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Evens,
Erykah Badu,
X-Ray Spex,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sparks,
X-101,
Eric B and Rakim,
Delon & Dalcan,
Essential Logic,
Average White Band,
John Lydon,
EPMD,
The Blackbyrds,
Infiniti,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scrapy,
Minnie Riperton,
Jimmy McGriff,
Echospace,
Gastr Del Sol,
Terry Callier,
Mission of Burma,
Gang of Four,
Nils Olav,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Happenings,
Man Eating Sloth,
Panda Bear,
Dave Gahan,
June Days,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brass Construction,
Don Cherry,
Ituana,
Blake Baxter,
Reuben Wilson,
Scion,
The Wake,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ice-T,
Bizarre Inc.,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.