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 Afghanistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 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 Radio Birdman to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Traffic Nightmare,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brand Nubian,
Qualms,
DNA,
The Fire Engines,
Nik Kershaw,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Skatalites,
Niagra,
Marine Girls,
Arcadia,
Donald Byrd,
Silicon Teens,
Slave,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dual Sessions,
Funkadelic,
Banda Bassotti,
Scan 7,
Cecil Taylor,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Invisible,
Essential Logic,
DJ Style,
Icehouse,
Newcleus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ornette Coleman,
The Litter,
The Last Poets,
Wire,
Oneida,
Section 25,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Smoke,
Godley & Creme,
the Sonics,
Harmonia,
Sexual Harrassment,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Spandau Ballet,
Roy Ayers,
The Star Department,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crooked Eye,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tom Boy,
AZ,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Guru Guru,
Smog,
Bill Near,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pylon,
Rapeman,
Marvin Gaye,
ABC,
Rakim,
The Motions,
Lebanon Hanover,
Y Pants,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.