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 Guinea and from Columbus.
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 Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet 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 jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Chris & Cosey,
Skarface,
Joe Finger,
The Selecter,
Procol Harum,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Theoretical Girls,
Robert Görl,
The Skatalites,
The Smoke,
Tim Buckley,
The Electric Prunes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Excepter,
Basic Channel,
The Stooges,
the Soft Cell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Funky Four + One,
Country Teasers,
Model 500,
Kevin Saunderson,
Peter and Kerry,
Harry Pussy,
Sam Rivers,
The Last Poets,
Liliput,
Drexciya,
Piero Umiliani,
Jeff Mills,
Albert Ayler,
Pylon,
Make Up,
Parry Music,
D'Angelo,
The Mojo Men,
Metal Thangz,
The Smiths,
The New Christs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bill Wells,
These Immortal Souls,
Das Ding,
Todd Rundgren,
F. McDonald,
Marvin Gaye,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bill Near,
The J.B.'s,
Althea and Donna,
Marc Almond,
The Doobie Brothers,
Morten Harket,
Vladislav Delay,
Skaos,
Flash Fearless,
Banda Bassotti,
Bluetip,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.