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 Fiji and from Stockholm.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
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 marimba 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 Dave Clark Five to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Sherman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Smiths,
John Cale,
Faraquet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yellowson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lucky Dragons,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Harry Pussy,
Barry Ungar,
Make Up,
Mantronix,
World's Most,
Ornette Coleman,
Funky Four + One,
Eric B and Rakim,
Johnny Osbourne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jawbox,
Talk Talk,
Half Japanese,
Lalo Schifrin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Red Krayola,
Mad Mike,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Motorama,
Kevin Saunderson,
F. McDonald,
Flipper,
Infiniti,
Cymande,
Kool Moe Dee,
Circle Jerks,
Index,
Charles Mingus,
Rekid,
Black Sheep,
Judy Mowatt,
Thee Headcoats,
Fatback Band,
Sparks,
Severed Heads,
Eric Dolphy,
The Slits,
Black Moon,
Reuben Wilson,
The Golliwogs,
The Young Rascals,
Glenn Branca,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scratch Acid,
The Gap Band,
Animal Collective,
The Selecter,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.