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 Peru and from Toronto.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bill Wells to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Minutemen,
Yusef Lateef,
Dead Boys,
Average White Band,
The Real Kids,
Black Moon,
Warsaw,
JFA,
Make Up,
Wolf Eyes,
Tomorrow,
The Golliwogs,
Faust,
Gichy Dan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marine Girls,
Ten City,
Soul II Soul,
Marvin Gaye,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marmalade,
Lakeside,
Freddie Wadling,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sixth Finger,
Main Source,
The Slackers,
Das Ding,
La Düsseldorf,
Wings,
D'Angelo,
Duran Duran,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Technova,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Thompson Twins,
Accadde A,
Niagra,
The Grass Roots,
Graham Central Station,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Victims,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rites of Spring,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fugs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deakin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Echospace,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
T.S.O.L.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Reuben Wilson,
Heaven 17,
Eli Mardock,
Vainqueur,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.