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 Korea North and from Paris.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Cure to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Mr. Review,
John Cale,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Blancmange,
T.S.O.L.,
Los Fastidios,
This Heat,
Avey Tare,
Mission of Burma,
Amon Düül,
Lee Hazlewood,
Drexciya,
Au Pairs,
The Music Machine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Arcadia,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Red Krayola,
Bill Wells,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eric Dolphy,
Kerri Chandler,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Banda Bassotti,
Agent Orange,
The Alarm Clocks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dual Sessions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jeff Mills,
Darondo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stereo Dub,
Gichy Dan,
The Last Poets,
Albert Ayler,
Kool Moe Dee,
Swans,
Section 25,
Roy Ayers,
Alton Ellis,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Fania All-Stars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Association,
Brass Construction,
Scott Walker,
The Slits,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wasted Youth,
Underground Resistance,
Urselle,
Soul II Soul,
Silicon Teens,
Althea and Donna,
The Moody Blues,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.