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 Grenada and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Vladislav Delay to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
The Misunderstood,
Chris Corsano,
The Fire Engines,
Animal Collective,
Clear Light,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roy Ayers,
Slick Rick,
Lyres,
Morten Harket,
The Monochrome Set,
Interpol,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Agitation Free,
Young Marble Giants,
Shuggie Otis,
One Last Wish,
Babytalk,
Theoretical Girls,
Amon Düül II,
Black Bananas,
Warsaw,
Black Sheep,
Shoche,
Jeru the Damaja,
Easy Going,
Bobby Sherman,
Pylon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wally Richardson,
The Cure,
Siglo XX,
Terry Callier,
The Modern Lovers,
Public Enemy,
Sight & Sound,
Mars,
Nik Kershaw,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nick Fraelich,
Simply Red,
Peter and Kerry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Andrew Hill,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wolf Eyes,
Smog,
The Cramps,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Warren Ellis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Connie Case,
Junior Murvin,
Derrick Morgan,
Harry Pussy,
Gerry Rafferty,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.