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 Zimbabwe and from Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
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 rhodes 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 Black Flag to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Circle Jerks,
Index,
Ludus,
Moebius,
Black Pus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scott Walker,
Junior Murvin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Flipper,
Joensuu 1685,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
L. Decosne,
The Gladiators,
Arab on Radar,
Soft Cell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nils Olav,
Crooked Eye,
Juan Atkins,
Don Cherry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aural Exciters,
In Retrospect,
Masters at Work,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
David McCallum,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sam Rivers,
Aswad,
Pantytec,
The Music Machine,
Half Japanese,
Curtis Mayfield,
Robert Hood,
Funky Four + One,
E-Dancer,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Groovy Waters,
Heaven 17,
Rekid,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Pretty Things,
8 Eyed Spy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The New Christs,
Gong,
Simply Red,
Roxette,
Jawbox,
Rotary Connection,
The Techniques,
Deadbeat,
Surgeon,
The Litter,
The Golliwogs,
Arthur Verocai,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.