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 Cuba and from Bologna.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the rock 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Yusef Lateef,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wings,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Last Poets,
Gang Starr,
Warsaw,
Patti Smith,
Bluetip,
The Offenders,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Idris Muhammad,
Shoche,
the Normal,
The Smiths,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Technova,
Sarah Menescal,
Ossler,
Chrome,
Aswad,
Cameo,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Stooges,
48th St. Collective,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barrington Levy,
The Standells,
Kayak,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Searchers,
Juan Atkins,
Dual Sessions,
Reuben Wilson,
Organ,
AZ,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Busters,
The Dead C,
Popol Vuh,
Accadde A,
Danielle Patucci,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barclay James Harvest,
Blake Baxter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Animal Collective,
Jacques Brel,
Maurizio,
Neil Young,
Jeru the Damaja,
Livin' Joy,
Kenny Larkin,
Chris & Cosey,
Essential Logic,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.