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 Chad and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the disco 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Funkadelic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Prince Buster,
8 Eyed Spy,
Panda Bear,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dave Gahan,
The Moleskins,
Pere Ubu,
Leonard Cohen,
The Count Five,
Severed Heads,
Kerrie Biddell,
X-101,
Aswad,
Kenny Larkin,
Andrew Hill,
The Music Machine,
48th St. Collective,
Au Pairs,
Nik Kershaw,
Joey Negro,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Red Krayola,
Graham Central Station,
Jeff Mills,
Dawn Penn,
Derrick Morgan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scott Walker,
Arcadia,
John Lydon,
Radiohead,
David McCallum,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fuzztones,
Electric Prunes,
Ornette Coleman,
Amon Düül II,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gladiators,
Black Sheep,
The Selecter,
U.S. Maple,
The Neon Judgement,
Rakim,
Man Parrish,
Guru Guru,
R.M.O.,
John Cale,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultra Naté,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Qualms,
Nils Olav,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.