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 Tuvalu and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Brothers Johnson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Rekid,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Angry Samoans,
Roxette,
Accadde A,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Make Up,
The Black Dice,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marine Girls,
The Offenders,
Dual Sessions,
New York Dolls,
Monolake,
the Bar-Kays,
Severed Heads,
Qualms,
Groovy Waters,
Monks,
Pulsallama,
Drexciya,
Jacob Miller,
Little Man,
The Sound,
Youth Brigade,
The Gap Band,
Derrick May,
The American Breed,
Heaven 17,
FM Einheit,
Joey Negro,
Gang of Four,
Soul II Soul,
Cymande,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grauzone,
Kerri Chandler,
E-Dancer,
L. Decosne,
Alphaville,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Chris & Cosey,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tears for Fears,
Boredoms,
Royal Trux,
Skriet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Pus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Boz Scaggs,
Gong,
Josef K,
Davy DMX,
X-102,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fatback Band,
In Retrospect,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.