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 Taiwan and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Jacob Miller to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Sun City Girls,
Wire,
Mr. Review,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Smoke,
Q65,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pussy Galore,
Grauzone,
Bad Manners,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ponytail,
Angry Samoans,
Terry Callier,
Sparks,
Agent Orange,
Fat Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Babytalk,
The Toasters,
Pulsallama,
The Happenings,
Kurtis Blow,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joyce Sims,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
MDC,
New Age Steppers,
Swell Maps,
Faust,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Los Fastidios,
Bronski Beat,
The Selecter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Technova,
The Mojo Men,
The Fall,
Black Flag,
Yellowson,
Infiniti,
Andrew Hill,
Althea and Donna,
The Martian,
the Germs,
Lungfish,
Funkadelic,
Eli Mardock,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
China Crisis,
Rakim,
The Fortunes,
D'Angelo,
Marvin Gaye,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Simply Red,
Minny Pops,
The Real Kids,
Drexciya,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.