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 United Kingdom and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Gabor Szabo to the rap 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Isaac Hayes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Five Americans,
Aaron Thompson,
Unwound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Animal Collective,
The Vogues,
These Immortal Souls,
Zapp,
Todd Rundgren,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Technova,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scion,
New Order,
Wasted Youth,
The Monochrome Set,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eric Dolphy,
Joe Finger,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soul II Soul,
Skriet,
Neil Young,
Monolake,
The Dead C,
Moss Icon,
Oblivians,
Excepter,
Howard Jones,
Ultra Naté,
Spandau Ballet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Livin' Joy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cal Tjader,
La Düsseldorf,
The Buckinghams,
X-Ray Spex,
Morten Harket,
The Pretty Things,
World's Most,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brand Nubian,
The Mummies,
Bronski Beat,
Amon Düül,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Neu!,
The American Breed,
The Smoke,
Minnie Riperton,
Angry Samoans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Divine Comedy,
Flash Fearless,
Juan Atkins,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.