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 Grenada and from London.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 Wally Richardson to the grunge 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
B.T. Express,
Sonny Sharrock,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Qualms,
The Evens,
Eric B and Rakim,
Warsaw,
Drexciya,
Pylon,
The Happenings,
Depeche Mode,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Christie,
The Misunderstood,
T.S.O.L.,
Avey Tare,
Young Marble Giants,
Nico,
The Grass Roots,
Alison Limerick,
Susan Cadogan,
Bronski Beat,
The Slackers,
Von Mondo,
The Music Machine,
Freddie Wadling,
Hashim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bauhaus,
Gang Starr,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joy Division,
Schoolly D,
E-Dancer,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eric Copeland,
New York Dolls,
The Trojans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dual Sessions,
Rapeman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gladiators,
Tommy Roe,
Joyce Sims,
D'Angelo,
Cymande,
Intrusion,
The Toasters,
R.M.O.,
Nick Fraelich,
10cc,
Roxette,
Joe Smooth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ten City,
Rufus Thomas,
The Star Department,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.