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 New Zealand and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Japan,
Joyce Sims,
Avey Tare,
The Offenders,
The Associates,
Soulsonic Force,
The Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Outsiders,
Dual Sessions,
Amazonics,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Kinks,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Byrd,
Cymande,
Peter and Kerry,
Tubeway Army,
The Barracudas,
Icehouse,
Can,
One Last Wish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Byron Stingily,
The Cure,
EPMD,
Neu!,
Kool Moe Dee,
Urselle,
Panda Bear,
Rakim,
the Germs,
The J.B.'s,
the Bar-Kays,
Mary Jane Girls,
Main Source,
Dark Day,
Television Personalities,
Ituana,
Youth Brigade,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Moon,
Cecil Taylor,
JFA,
Inner City,
Banda Bassotti,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Boz Scaggs,
Derrick May,
Yaz,
Smog,
The Busters,
Fad Gadget,
Radiohead,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Raincoats,
Mars,
Bronski Beat,
Cybotron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lyres,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.