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 Brunei and from Woodstock.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
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 güiro 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 DNA to the techno 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
These Immortal Souls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
B.T. Express,
DNA,
Bobby Sherman,
Roxy Music,
kango's stein massive,
Hashim,
The Slits,
The Detroit Cobras,
Motorama,
Cheater Slicks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Max Romeo,
Television,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultra Naté,
Royal Trux,
Lower 48,
Alphaville,
Michelle Simonal,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mo-Dettes,
Depeche Mode,
Scan 7,
Shuggie Otis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Boredoms,
John Holt,
Radiohead,
Mission of Burma,
Althea and Donna,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wally Richardson,
LL Cool J,
the Normal,
Minor Threat,
Nils Olav,
Piero Umiliani,
Leonard Cohen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lucky Dragons,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Isaac Hayes,
Soulsonic Force,
The Skatalites,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Electric Prunes,
Eve St. Jones,
Wasted Youth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joyce Sims,
the Slits,
E-Dancer,
Marmalade,
Oblivians,
Tomorrow,
Yusef Lateef,
Arcadia,
Skarface,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.