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 Djibouti and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer 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 Angry Samoans to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
The Slackers,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Bananas,
Monks,
Scrapy,
Gichy Dan,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Monochrome Set,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tommy Roe,
Donald Byrd,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Star Department,
Marc Almond,
Easy Going,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
KRS-One,
Khruangbin,
Man Parrish,
The Black Dice,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Model 500,
Bronski Beat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Q and Not U,
Oneida,
Howard Jones,
The Misunderstood,
Bob Dylan,
Cymande,
Althea and Donna,
Pantytec,
Ken Boothe,
The Victims,
Laurel Aitken,
ABBA,
L. Decosne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wasted Youth,
The Cowsills,
Peter and Kerry,
The Monks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joyce Sims,
The Mummies,
Au Pairs,
The Beau Brummels,
The Motions,
Connie Case,
The Golliwogs,
Ten City,
Juan Atkins,
Janne Schatter,
Cameo,
The Count Five,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Electric Prunes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.