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 China and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 La Düsseldorf to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Anakelly,
Ultra Naté,
Jeru the Damaja,
Iggy Pop,
Deakin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lyres,
Heaven 17,
Amon Düül II,
Yusef Lateef,
Neil Young,
Robert Wyatt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cure,
the Germs,
John Foxx,
Derrick Morgan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Electric Prunes,
Massinfluence,
Crash Course in Science,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camouflage,
ABBA,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Gap Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Rotary Connection,
Essential Logic,
Bootsy Collins,
Hoover,
Television,
La Düsseldorf,
Crispy Ambulance,
Faraquet,
Can,
Organ,
The Star Department,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kas Product,
Deadbeat,
The Red Krayola,
Tomorrow,
The Detroit Cobras,
Agitation Free,
Thompson Twins,
Alton Ellis,
Leonard Cohen,
The Buckinghams,
Accadde A,
Maurizio,
Jacob Miller,
Pharoah Sanders,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
AZ,
Prince Buster,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.