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 Vietnam and from Copenhagen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Underground Resistance,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Monks,
Scion,
Lungfish,
Gong,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stetsasonic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Livin' Joy,
OOIOO,
Dual Sessions,
Youth Brigade,
Camberwell Now,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bad Manners,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joy Division,
The Happenings,
Simply Red,
F. McDonald,
Terry Callier,
The Grass Roots,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Martian,
Gang Green,
The Move,
Skarface,
Faraquet,
Das Ding,
Peter and Kerry,
Nas,
Whodini,
The Toasters,
Lou Reed,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wally Richardson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sarah Menescal,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fuzztones,
Todd Rundgren,
Byron Stingily,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sun City Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Royal Trux,
James Chance & The Contortions,
R.M.O.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brass Construction,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fortunes,
Morten Harket,
Franke,
Crime,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.