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 United States and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Minny Pops to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Angry Samoans,
Yusef Lateef,
Warsaw,
Brand Nubian,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sun Ra,
the Sonics,
Ultravox,
Nico,
Blossom Toes,
the Swans,
The Moleskins,
Unwound,
Avey Tare,
Motorama,
Fat Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
The Techniques,
Magazine,
OOIOO,
Vainqueur,
The Associates,
Michelle Simonal,
Joey Negro,
Camouflage,
The Smiths,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Underground Resistance,
Severed Heads,
Qualms,
The Litter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ronan,
John Lydon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fatback Band,
The Wake,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Swell Maps,
Quadrant,
Lyres,
Soul Sonic Force,
Au Pairs,
John Coltrane,
The Cowsills,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Zeros,
Charles Mingus,
Mission of Burma,
Sparks,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bronski Beat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sällskapet,
Grauzone,
Albert Ayler,
New Age Steppers,
Pussy Galore,
Yellowson,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.