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 Malaysia and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nirvana to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bang On A Can,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
MDC,
Tim Buckley,
Ludus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Arthur Verocai,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Visage,
Eli Mardock,
World's Most,
Yusef Lateef,
Q and Not U,
Aural Exciters,
Shuggie Otis,
the Human League,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Carl Craig,
Barry Ungar,
JFA,
Royal Trux,
James White and The Blacks,
The Searchers,
Lalann,
The Pretty Things,
Masters at Work,
John Coltrane,
Michelle Simonal,
Joy Division,
Funkadelic,
Oneida,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fugs,
Brand Nubian,
Jacques Brel,
R.M.O.,
Gabor Szabo,
Boredoms,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aloha Tigers,
FM Einheit,
Neil Young,
Frankie Knuckles,
Curtis Mayfield,
Subhumans,
Lyres,
Blossom Toes,
Gil Scott Heron,
This Heat,
Boz Scaggs,
Alton Ellis,
B.T. Express,
Scion,
Fela Kuti,
One Last Wish,
Brass Construction,
Mandrill,
Freddie Wadling,
Dual Sessions,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.