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 Maldives and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Sisters of Mercy to the rock 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Kaleidoscope,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
UT,
Section 25,
Ice-T,
Sonic Youth,
The Divine Comedy,
Make Up,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Faraquet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Maurizio,
Joey Negro,
Magma,
Ludus,
Absolute Body Control,
Scan 7,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mo-Dettes,
X-Ray Spex,
The Skatalites,
New Age Steppers,
Drexciya,
Joe Smooth,
Public Enemy,
The Victims,
Ohio Players,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Agent Orange,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Womack,
Blake Baxter,
Intrusion,
Boz Scaggs,
New Order,
T.S.O.L.,
Index,
Rites of Spring,
Youth Brigade,
Barclay James Harvest,
Skriet,
H. Thieme,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang Green,
Metal Thangz,
Bush Tetras,
Wings,
Aloha Tigers,
Thompson Twins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Japan,
David Bowie,
John Lydon,
Zapp,
Surgeon,
Accadde A,
Godley & Creme,
Unwound,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.