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 Panama and from Jakarta.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the rap 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Quadrant,
Man Eating Sloth,
Panda Bear,
Gang Gang Dance,
This Heat,
New York Dolls,
Supertramp,
Thee Headcoats,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Junior Murvin,
Tears for Fears,
The Cramps,
Section 25,
Black Sheep,
Newcleus,
Swell Maps,
Minutemen,
Big Daddy Kane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dual Sessions,
Alison Limerick,
Popol Vuh,
the Association,
Ituana,
Los Fastidios,
Ludus,
the Bar-Kays,
Rapeman,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fall,
The Count Five,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lucky Dragons,
Johnny Clarke,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Slackers,
Eddi Front,
John Holt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Standells,
FM Einheit,
Faust,
The Birthday Party,
Kaleidoscope,
Con Funk Shun,
Kenny Larkin,
Magazine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Visage,
Tommy Roe,
Suburban Knight,
Vladislav Delay,
Saccharine Trust,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.