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 Jamaica and from Johannesburg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 World's Most to the grunge 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Von Mondo,
Maurizio,
Country Teasers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hasil Adkins,
Little Man,
The Human League,
Thee Headcoats,
Jawbox,
Desert Stars,
Public Enemy,
Lucky Dragons,
Matthew Bourne,
Angry Samoans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Silicon Teens,
The Dead C,
Bush Tetras,
the Normal,
Adolescents,
Oneida,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ituana,
Gerry Rafferty,
Whodini,
Television,
The Stooges,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jacques Brel,
The Slits,
Ludus,
the Association,
Juan Atkins,
Reuben Wilson,
Thompson Twins,
Sugar Minott,
The Gun Club,
Grey Daturas,
Scan 7,
Fluxion,
Skarface,
R.M.O.,
Das Ding,
Faust,
Beasts of Bourbon,
These Immortal Souls,
Delta 5,
Crooked Eye,
Depeche Mode,
The Modern Lovers,
Zapp,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Doors,
D'Angelo,
Erykah Badu,
The Sonics,
Ultravox,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Blues Magoos,
Audionom,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.