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 United States 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 Mad Mike to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Nas,
Marine Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Remains,
Kurtis Blow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Birthday Party,
Infiniti,
Juan Atkins,
H. Thieme,
Public Image Ltd.,
Inner City,
Ossler,
Agent Orange,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kayak,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cramps,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Shuggie Otis,
This Heat,
the Association,
D'Angelo,
Main Source,
Robert Wyatt,
Parry Music,
Ronnie Foster,
New York Dolls,
The Gories,
The Black Dice,
Mantronix,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aaron Thompson,
Jawbox,
Erykah Badu,
Eve St. Jones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sound Behaviour,
Make Up,
T. Rex,
Lindisfarne,
Graham Central Station,
DNA,
The Moleskins,
Lyres,
The Busters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Monolake,
X-101,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cameo,
U.S. Maple,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.