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 Mexico and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Charles Mingus to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Ultravox,
Dark Day,
Idris Muhammad,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mr. Review,
Sun City Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Smog,
The Skatalites,
Pagans,
Fatback Band,
K-Klass,
Camouflage,
Slick Rick,
Jeff Mills,
The Cure,
Underground Resistance,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Suburban Knight,
Sparks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Toasters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tubeway Army,
Brothers Johnson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Iggy Pop,
Visage,
Don Cherry,
Pulsallama,
The Fuzztones,
The Gun Club,
Harry Pussy,
Minutemen,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Royal Trux,
Chris & Cosey,
The Human League,
48th St. Collective,
Donald Byrd,
The Red Krayola,
Pussy Galore,
Sound Behaviour,
Anakelly,
David Axelrod,
Rod Modell,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Womack,
Al Stewart,
The Gories,
The Busters,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Birthday Party,
Derrick May,
La Düsseldorf,
Blancmange,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.