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 Bremen.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Country Teasers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
New Age Steppers,
Amon Düül,
Susan Cadogan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Television,
Avey Tare,
cv313,
8 Eyed Spy,
Magma,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Young Marble Giants,
Roger Hodgson,
Prince Buster,
Yellowson,
Joensuu 1685,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Chris & Cosey,
The Modern Lovers,
Arthur Verocai,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Spandau Ballet,
Motorama,
The Cowsills,
Metal Thangz,
Visage,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sandy B,
World's Most,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultravox,
Todd Terry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joe Smooth,
The Gap Band,
Bill Near,
Rosa Yemen,
Sex Pistols,
Erykah Badu,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Leaves,
Toni Rubio,
The Slits,
Al Stewart,
Sarah Menescal,
Drexciya,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Judy Mowatt,
The Invisible,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sparks,
The Offenders,
Youth Brigade,
David Bowie,
Robert Wyatt,
Fela Kuti,
Nils Olav,
Swell Maps,
Ponytail,
Easy Going,
The Velvet Underground,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.