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 Belize and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Y Pants 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Essential Logic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rotary Connection,
Sandy B,
cv313,
Rapeman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Royal Trux,
Agent Orange,
Ossler,
Radiopuhelimet,
Moebius,
Al Stewart,
The Tremeloes,
Grey Daturas,
Gang Starr,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Kinks,
Fear,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Slits,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nils Olav,
Skaos,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Animal Collective,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
MC5,
Graham Central Station,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Moby Grape,
Minny Pops,
The Red Krayola,
Yellowson,
Gong,
Symarip,
Thompson Twins,
Mantronix,
James White and The Blacks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Real Kids,
Minnie Riperton,
The Sonics,
X-102,
Yaz,
Harmonia,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pantaleimon,
Matthew Bourne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Traffic Nightmare,
E-Dancer,
Soft Machine,
The Golliwogs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Circle Jerks,
Camouflage,
Lee Hazlewood,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.