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 Ecuador and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes 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 Gang Gang Dance to the rap 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Glenn Branca,
MDC,
Arab on Radar,
Rakim,
The Motions,
Radiohead,
Television Personalities,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang Green,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Visage,
Carl Craig,
KRS-One,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nas,
Nick Fraelich,
Neu!,
The Pop Group,
a-ha,
Prince Buster,
The Trojans,
Thompson Twins,
The Electric Prunes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
New York Dolls,
The Victims,
Byron Stingily,
MC5,
Howard Jones,
The Monochrome Set,
JFA,
Model 500,
The Offenders,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Outsiders,
The Slackers,
CMW,
Vainqueur,
Country Teasers,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Index,
The Sonics,
Kenny Larkin,
Yazoo,
Davy DMX,
Negative Approach,
Pussy Galore,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Blackbyrds,
the Association,
Ituana,
Hasil Adkins,
Max Romeo,
Morten Harket,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang Starr,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.