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 Samoa and from London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro 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 Animal Collective to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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 Fania All-Stars,
Franke,
Y Pants,
The Invisible,
Mars,
Motorama,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
New Order,
Thompson Twins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dual Sessions,
Liliput,
The Modern Lovers,
Darondo,
Brass Construction,
Sex Pistols,
Funky Four + One,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Niagra,
Second Layer,
Massinfluence,
Con Funk Shun,
Neil Young,
Ice-T,
Fifty Foot Hose,
UT,
Sällskapet,
Fela Kuti,
Theoretical Girls,
Porter Ricks,
Circle Jerks,
Das Ding,
Toni Rubio,
Piero Umiliani,
Todd Rundgren,
X-102,
Pagans,
Pantytec,
Spoonie Gee,
Shoche,
In Retrospect,
The Smiths,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Moody Blues,
The Residents,
The Gories,
Blake Baxter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
ABC,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pole,
The Divine Comedy,
This Heat,
The Misunderstood,
Bob Dylan,
Zapp,
The Dead C,
Make Up,
Deadbeat,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.