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 Ireland and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Radio Birdman to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
David Axelrod,
KRS-One,
Byron Stingily,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Young Marble Giants,
Blake Baxter,
Ultra Naté,
Magma,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minutemen,
Fluxion,
Negative Approach,
A Certain Ratio,
Mission of Burma,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joe Smooth,
Rakim,
Rotary Connection,
The Offenders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
New York Dolls,
Mark Hollis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Franke,
The Cure,
Pulsallama,
Drive Like Jehu,
Colin Newman,
The Pretty Things,
Michelle Simonal,
EPMD,
Sun Ra,
MDC,
Bluetip,
Royal Trux,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The New Christs,
Inner City,
John Holt,
Jimmy McGriff,
ABC,
T.S.O.L.,
Visage,
Grandmaster Flash,
Frankie Knuckles,
Los Fastidios,
Ponytail,
Black Moon,
Sam Rivers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Matthew Bourne,
The Slits,
Delon & Dalcan,
Neu!,
Anthony Braxton,
Quantec,
The Walker Brothers,
Harmonia,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.