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 Uganda and from Portland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 ABBA to the funk 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Monks,
Babytalk,
The Leaves,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Skaos,
Arcadia,
Negative Approach,
Graham Central Station,
JFA,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Quadrant,
Bang On A Can,
Wolf Eyes,
The Tremeloes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Barracudas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
L. Decosne,
Angry Samoans,
Derrick May,
Jerry's Kids,
Bill Wells,
Ronan,
DJ Style,
Second Layer,
Piero Umiliani,
Bob Dylan,
Easy Going,
Rites of Spring,
Hoover,
Marine Girls,
Agent Orange,
Radiopuhelimet,
Charles Mingus,
The Star Department,
Infiniti,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Peter & Gordon,
Avey Tare,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Y Pants,
Pagans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lungfish,
Skarface,
Lou Christie,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang Starr,
Idris Muhammad,
The Seeds,
Gang of Four,
Neu!,
Delta 5,
La Düsseldorf,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Thompson Twins,
Toni Rubio,
Scratch Acid,
The New Christs,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.