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 Swaziland and from Shanghai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 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 Brothers Johnson 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Altered Images,
David Axelrod,
Urselle,
The Seeds,
Godley & Creme,
Gang Starr,
Rod Modell,
The Zeros,
Dave Gahan,
Zapp,
K-Klass,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Charles Mingus,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultra Naté,
The Leaves,
48th St. Collective,
Newcleus,
Fela Kuti,
Aural Exciters,
The Skatalites,
The United States of America,
the Association,
Soft Machine,
Leonard Cohen,
The Moleskins,
Danielle Patucci,
The Sound,
Slave,
Jeff Mills,
Tres Demented,
Procol Harum,
Lungfish,
Lower 48,
Isaac Hayes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Michelle Simonal,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Young Marble Giants,
the Human League,
Bobby Womack,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Oblivians,
World's Most,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Last Poets,
The Standells,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Country Teasers,
Stetsasonic,
Blake Baxter,
The Index,
Desert Stars,
Public Image Ltd.,
Reuben Wilson,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Star Department,
The Monochrome Set,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.