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 Iceland and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin 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 E-Dancer to the techno 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Monolake,
Gang Green,
The Gap Band,
Stiv Bators,
Barry Ungar,
The Golliwogs,
Magazine,
The Motions,
Idris Muhammad,
Technova,
Glenn Branca,
Terry Callier,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deadbeat,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Velvet Underground,
Smog,
Scrapy,
Interpol,
Thee Headcoats,
The Grass Roots,
Essential Logic,
Negative Approach,
Fluxion,
The Happenings,
Absolute Body Control,
Mark Hollis,
Sparks,
Oblivians,
X-Ray Spex,
The Residents,
Easy Going,
Davy DMX,
EPMD,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
F. McDonald,
Bill Wells,
The Five Americans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scan 7,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Siglo XX,
Tres Demented,
Ronan,
X-101,
Lou Christie,
Procol Harum,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Symarip,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crime,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ituana,
Fatback Band,
U.S. Maple,
The Neon Judgement,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.