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 Mauritania and from Bremen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the techno 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Zero Boys,
Qualms,
Cymande,
The Cure,
Q65,
Suburban Knight,
Popol Vuh,
Ornette Coleman,
Ronan,
The Human League,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Letta Mbulu,
One Last Wish,
Camberwell Now,
Youth Brigade,
Lindisfarne,
The Offenders,
Underground Resistance,
Eric B and Rakim,
MDC,
Ken Boothe,
Neil Young,
Country Teasers,
X-101,
Bob Dylan,
Pulsallama,
The Count Five,
Rakim,
Bluetip,
Scion,
Roxy Music,
June Days,
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Seeds,
Tears for Fears,
The Dead C,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Das Ding,
Siglo XX,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Dirtbombs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Y Pants,
The Music Machine,
Newcleus,
Dead Boys,
The Fugs,
10cc,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lower 48,
Scan 7,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Angels of Light,
The Mummies,
Kerri Chandler,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ohio Players,
E-Dancer,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fall,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.