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 Peru and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the punk 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
The Techniques,
Scan 7,
Circle Jerks,
Nils Olav,
Robert Görl,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Banda Bassotti,
The Barracudas,
Dark Day,
The Moody Blues,
The Blackbyrds,
Roy Ayers,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bronski Beat,
New Age Steppers,
Zero Boys,
Mad Mike,
Mission of Burma,
The Fugs,
The Happenings,
Heaven 17,
The Slits,
Kurtis Blow,
The Litter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
a-ha,
The Raincoats,
Arcadia,
Television Personalities,
Sam Rivers,
Pantaleimon,
Eddi Front,
La Düsseldorf,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kool Moe Dee,
Japan,
The Last Poets,
The Martian,
Yaz,
Stockholm Monsters,
Procol Harum,
The Fuzztones,
Popol Vuh,
The Gap Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Smiths,
Kayak,
Barbara Tucker,
The Smoke,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Inner City,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jacob Miller,
The Dead C,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.