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 Solomon Islands and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Michael McDonald 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
DJ Style,
Gerry Rafferty,
New Order,
Cameo,
Charles Mingus,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pharoah Sanders,
PIL,
Man Parrish,
Toni Rubio,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crime,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Reed,
Rakim,
MDC,
Lebanon Hanover,
OOIOO,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Visage,
Amazonics,
Ituana,
Quadrant,
Yusef Lateef,
Susan Cadogan,
Hoover,
One Last Wish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sex Pistols,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kurtis Blow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Suicide,
Sister Nancy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Mummies,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aswad,
U.S. Maple,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Don Cherry,
Japan,
The Pop Group,
Connie Case,
Talk Talk,
Alphaville,
Drexciya,
Cheater Slicks,
MC5,
These Immortal Souls,
Oblivians,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Vainqueur,
10cc,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
D'Angelo,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.