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 Tunisia 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb 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 Funky Four + One to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Morten Harket,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yusef Lateef,
Pagans,
Kenny Larkin,
Wings,
Organ,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eric Dolphy,
Eve St. Jones,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wolf Eyes,
Funky Four + One,
Marcia Griffiths,
Matthew Bourne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fatback Band,
Underground Resistance,
Jawbox,
Joensuu 1685,
The Offenders,
Chris & Cosey,
Toni Rubio,
Jerry's Kids,
Drexciya,
MDC,
Alphaville,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sam Rivers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
B.T. Express,
Tears for Fears,
Piero Umiliani,
Pylon,
Vladislav Delay,
La Düsseldorf,
Glenn Branca,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aural Exciters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Malaria!,
Q and Not U,
Niagra,
Idris Muhammad,
Robert Görl,
MC5,
Q65,
The Monks,
Roxette,
Suburban Knight,
Zapp,
a-ha,
Minutemen,
Bluetip,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Suicide,
F. McDonald,
David Axelrod,
Cybotron,
Kas Product,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.