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 Egypt and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Yazoo to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mandrill,
John Lydon,
Boz Scaggs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pagans,
Goldenarms,
Unwound,
Rod Modell,
Camberwell Now,
Popol Vuh,
Marcia Griffiths,
U.S. Maple,
The Fire Engines,
Skaos,
Eden Ahbez,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gap Band,
Sällskapet,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric B and Rakim,
Los Fastidios,
Babytalk,
Surgeon,
Trumans Water,
ABC,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
8 Eyed Spy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Germs,
Sugar Minott,
Crash Course in Science,
The American Breed,
X-Ray Spex,
Minutemen,
OOIOO,
Alice Coltrane,
The Buckinghams,
Henry Cow,
The Electric Prunes,
Davy DMX,
Avey Tare,
the Swans,
Suburban Knight,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Massinfluence,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Don Cherry,
The Golliwogs,
Amazonics,
Circle Jerks,
Simply Red,
Kerri Chandler,
Q and Not U,
Tim Buckley,
Excepter,
Cymande,
The Last Poets,
Anthony Braxton,
Toni Rubio,
The Doors,
Groovy Waters,
The Victims,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.