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 Romania 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Robert Palmer 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 Soulsonic Force to the disco 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Harpers Bizarre,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Pus,
Interpol,
The Litter,
Sonic Youth,
Eric Dolphy,
The Grass Roots,
Arab on Radar,
The Five Americans,
Panda Bear,
Ituana,
Chris Corsano,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brass Construction,
Technova,
Subhumans,
Desert Stars,
X-Ray Spex,
Rekid,
Minutemen,
Little Man,
Ohio Players,
Y Pants,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fatback Band,
Deadbeat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marc Almond,
The Human League,
Arthur Verocai,
The Searchers,
Robert Görl,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
OOIOO,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Star Department,
the Normal,
kango's stein massive,
China Crisis,
The Monochrome Set,
The Slackers,
Freddie Wadling,
Sister Nancy,
Leonard Cohen,
Tom Boy,
Eric Copeland,
The Gladiators,
The Blackbyrds,
Underground Resistance,
Archie Shepp,
Ralphi Rosario,
Warsaw,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kayak,
Con Funk Shun,
Bizarre Inc.,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.