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 Netherlands and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Henry Cow,
Agitation Free,
Roy Ayers,
The Music Machine,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rapeman,
Alison Limerick,
Warren Ellis,
The Martian,
The Misunderstood,
Deakin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Buckinghams,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skarface,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nico,
Drexciya,
Pierre Henry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
B.T. Express,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ossler,
Alphaville,
The Leaves,
Black Moon,
A Certain Ratio,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Invisible,
Outsiders,
Eric B and Rakim,
Intrusion,
Smog,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tears for Fears,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pagans,
Carl Craig,
Bad Manners,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Michelle Simonal,
Unrelated Segments,
Popol Vuh,
10cc,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Womack,
The Gap Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Electric Prunes,
Bush Tetras,
World's Most,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Monolake,
L. Decosne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fluxion,
Deadbeat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.