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 Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Terry Callier to the funk 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Derrick May,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Darondo,
Gang of Four,
Peter and Kerry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Anthony Braxton,
Lakeside,
Nik Kershaw,
Sugar Minott,
Young Marble Giants,
X-101,
Pere Ubu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Janne Schatter,
Oneida,
Tubeway Army,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Thompson Twins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Funky Four + One,
Metal Thangz,
The United States of America,
Black Sheep,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mission of Burma,
Soul II Soul,
Alison Limerick,
Skarface,
Harmonia,
Schoolly D,
Drexciya,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Bananas,
Shuggie Otis,
Byron Stingily,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Television Personalities,
Barclay James Harvest,
DJ Sneak,
Crash Course in Science,
Anakelly,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Vogues,
Excepter,
Dave Gahan,
Camberwell Now,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cymande,
Suicide,
Marmalade,
Dark Day,
Alphaville,
Mandrill,
Bizarre Inc.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Intrusion,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.