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 Benin and from New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 the Normal to the rap 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Darondo,
Jacob Miller,
Marvin Gaye,
Sun Ra,
Boz Scaggs,
Wings,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Henry Cow,
The Golliwogs,
Massinfluence,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Whodini,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Quantec,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Fania All-Stars,
Moss Icon,
John Holt,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Move,
The Last Poets,
The Wake,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Goldenarms,
Jacques Brel,
Dennis Brown,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Trojans,
The Human League,
Mission of Burma,
Sandy B,
Agent Orange,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
PIL,
Model 500,
the Normal,
Animal Collective,
Soft Machine,
Kerrie Biddell,
Das Ding,
Faraquet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Masters at Work,
MDC,
Intrusion,
Hardrive,
John Coltrane,
Bill Wells,
Minnie Riperton,
Nico,
8 Eyed Spy,
Clear Light,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.