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 Malta and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the rock 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Bauhaus,
Fela Kuti,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
FM Einheit,
Monks,
Neu!,
Black Pus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tropical Tobacco,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lalann,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Barracudas,
The Cowsills,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dennis Brown,
Slick Rick,
Mantronix,
Nick Fraelich,
Soul II Soul,
Jawbox,
Lalo Schifrin,
Trumans Water,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Con Funk Shun,
Ice-T,
Boogie Down Productions,
Isaac Hayes,
The Sonics,
La Düsseldorf,
Theoretical Girls,
Television Personalities,
Maurizio,
Whodini,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Human League,
UT,
Blancmange,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bill Wells,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deakin,
Vladislav Delay,
Judy Mowatt,
Kayak,
Dorothy Ashby,
Freddie Wadling,
Cheater Slicks,
The Beau Brummels,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Mojo Men,
Ronnie Foster,
New Order,
Rotary Connection,
Steve Hackett,
Anakelly,
Byron Stingily,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Darondo,
Yellowson,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.