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 Bhutan 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mission of Burma to the crunk 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Lungfish,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Happenings,
Ten City,
The Blackbyrds,
Judy Mowatt,
Sonny Sharrock,
Little Man,
Archie Shepp,
Crash Course in Science,
Mantronix,
The Associates,
Buzzcocks,
Ice-T,
The Residents,
Shuggie Otis,
Simply Red,
Pierre Henry,
Public Enemy,
Absolute Body Control,
The Zeros,
The Electric Prunes,
David McCallum,
OOIOO,
Stiv Bators,
Iggy Pop,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marmalade,
Scan 7,
Soft Cell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Michelle Simonal,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Spandau Ballet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Unwound,
Spoonie Gee,
The Leaves,
The Sonics,
Clear Light,
DJ Sneak,
Reagan Youth,
cv313,
Guru Guru,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fall,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soft Machine,
The Divine Comedy,
KRS-One,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gun Club,
The Remains,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.