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 Slovenia and from New York.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet 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 Marmalade to the rap 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Tommy Roe,
Brothers Johnson,
Angry Samoans,
Lakeside,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Magazine,
Wasted Youth,
Barry Ungar,
The Tremeloes,
Matthew Bourne,
Warsaw,
Ronan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Parry Music,
New York Dolls,
The Searchers,
Lucky Dragons,
Godley & Creme,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Moleskins,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alphaville,
Y Pants,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Bar-Kays,
Grauzone,
Oneida,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Khruangbin,
Don Cherry,
JFA,
Pantaleimon,
Letta Mbulu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yaz,
Dead Boys,
Section 25,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Circle Jerks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scientists,
Laurel Aitken,
Henry Cow,
Liliput,
The Angels of Light,
Masters at Work,
Funkadelic,
Skaos,
48th St. Collective,
Robert Hood,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Standells,
Erasure,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Charles Mingus,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.