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 Qatar and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scan 7 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
D'Angelo,
Aloha Tigers,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Divine Comedy,
Man Parrish,
Masters at Work,
Absolute Body Control,
Barbara Tucker,
Joey Negro,
PIL,
Eric B and Rakim,
Chris & Cosey,
Johnny Clarke,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Sonics,
Excepter,
Crash Course in Science,
DJ Sneak,
Neu!,
Thompson Twins,
June Days,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lindisfarne,
Cal Tjader,
The Stooges,
Deakin,
The Slackers,
Dual Sessions,
Metal Thangz,
Glenn Branca,
China Crisis,
Graham Central Station,
Pylon,
Bad Manners,
Surgeon,
Jacob Miller,
Accadde A,
Pulsallama,
Idris Muhammad,
Radio Birdman,
Brick,
Angry Samoans,
The Wake,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Invisible,
B.T. Express,
Brothers Johnson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pierre Henry,
Grandmaster Flash,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Velvet Underground,
Amon Düül,
Mars,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marmalade,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.