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 Vietnam 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Youth Brigade to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aswad,
Gabor Szabo,
EPMD,
Scrapy,
X-102,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Blues Magoos,
The Last Poets,
Avey Tare,
The Mummies,
Blancmange,
The Young Rascals,
Sällskapet,
Henry Cow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grauzone,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soul II Soul,
Hashim,
The Monochrome Set,
Tim Buckley,
The Sound,
Porter Ricks,
Robert Hood,
Bush Tetras,
Metal Thangz,
The Velvet Underground,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Happenings,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DJ Style,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pussy Galore,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Radiohead,
The Real Kids,
Quadrant,
Soft Cell,
Rosa Yemen,
Brothers Johnson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ornette Coleman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Slave,
Ohio Players,
Anthony Braxton,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Moody Blues,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Coltrane,
Mars,
Das Ding,
the Slits,
Soulsonic Force,
Cybotron,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.