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 Malawi and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Arcadia to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Hasil Adkins,
D'Angelo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Last Poets,
Sister Nancy,
Inner City,
Eric Copeland,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Real Kids,
Dark Day,
The Litter,
Niagra,
The Standells,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Holt,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Skaos,
Wasted Youth,
Alphaville,
Crash Course in Science,
The Leaves,
Laurel Aitken,
Eden Ahbez,
Infiniti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Vogues,
Lalo Schifrin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Cale,
Bauhaus,
Maurizio,
LL Cool J,
The Selecter,
Yazoo,
David Axelrod,
Kayak,
Motorama,
John Lydon,
Spandau Ballet,
Todd Terry,
The Techniques,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soft Machine,
Magma,
Trumans Water,
Funky Four + One,
David Bowie,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Carl Craig,
Blossom Toes,
Fluxion,
Duran Duran,
Fugazi,
Spoonie Gee,
Quadrant,
Grauzone,
Delon & Dalcan,
June of 44,
Neil Young,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.