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 Netherlands and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 the Swans to the funk 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Mr. Review,
Youth Brigade,
Eric Dolphy,
Funky Four + One,
Kayak,
The Blackbyrds,
cv313,
Flash Fearless,
Pantaleimon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Warsaw,
The Gap Band,
Sun Ra,
The Gories,
Warren Ellis,
The Leaves,
Hoover,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wings,
10cc,
Half Japanese,
Camouflage,
The Cowsills,
Boz Scaggs,
Porter Ricks,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Johnny Clarke,
Piero Umiliani,
Mo-Dettes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Clear Light,
Nik Kershaw,
Surgeon,
Aloha Tigers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ken Boothe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Thee Headcoats,
U.S. Maple,
The Victims,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Modern Lovers,
Dark Day,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tres Demented,
Vainqueur,
Deepchord,
Silicon Teens,
Moebius,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Magazine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wire,
David Axelrod,
Robert Hood,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.