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 Tonga and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Letta Mbulu to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Alison Limerick,
The Birthday Party,
China Crisis,
Roxy Music,
Rotary Connection,
Fugazi,
The Blues Magoos,
Pantaleimon,
Monolake,
Jerry's Kids,
R.M.O.,
The Knickerbockers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Chris Corsano,
Sister Nancy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Warsaw,
Camouflage,
Kurtis Blow,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fuzztones,
The Slits,
PIL,
Rufus Thomas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fluxion,
Youth Brigade,
Subhumans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lucky Dragons,
Minnie Riperton,
Simply Red,
Q65,
La Düsseldorf,
Mandrill,
Thompson Twins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deepchord,
Index,
The Dead C,
the Human League,
Yellowson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Symarip,
The Stooges,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
a-ha,
Public Enemy,
Big Daddy Kane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Amon Düül II,
The United States of America,
The Cowsills,
Arthur Verocai,
Nation of Ulysses,
DJ Sneak,
Skaos,
Chrome,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Monks,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.