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 Marshall Islands and from Tehran.
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 London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tears for Fears,
Joe Smooth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ronan,
Brick,
Bang On A Can,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eurythmics,
Masters at Work,
Jerry's Kids,
Warsaw,
Clear Light,
Lou Christie,
John Coltrane,
Soul Sonic Force,
Derrick Morgan,
Rotary Connection,
EPMD,
Country Teasers,
Grauzone,
Rod Modell,
Motorama,
A Certain Ratio,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Techniques,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Knickerbockers,
Anakelly,
Oblivians,
Echospace,
Blake Baxter,
Sight & Sound,
The Gap Band,
Second Layer,
Nick Fraelich,
Theoretical Girls,
Arab on Radar,
Donald Byrd,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
World's Most,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Outsiders,
Sonny Sharrock,
Excepter,
John Holt,
In Retrospect,
The New Christs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Althea and Donna,
Ronnie Foster,
Roxette,
Moby Grape,
Sister Nancy,
Mars,
Skriet,
Robert Wyatt,
The Mummies,
Bob Dylan,
Ossler,
Radio Birdman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Q and Not U,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.