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 Namibia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Slave to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
DJ Style,
Dark Day,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sex Pistols,
Vainqueur,
B.T. Express,
The Seeds,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Dirtbombs,
Bang On A Can,
The Wake,
Metal Thangz,
Massinfluence,
Dawn Penn,
ABBA,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Pretty Things,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camouflage,
The Young Rascals,
Gang Starr,
Skarface,
the Slits,
The Dead C,
Silicon Teens,
Rakim,
Lyres,
Make Up,
Maleditus Sound,
Soft Cell,
Moss Icon,
Barrington Levy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Quantec,
Dual Sessions,
Ossler,
Man Eating Sloth,
Procol Harum,
Infiniti,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
a-ha,
Kerri Chandler,
Alison Limerick,
The Velvet Underground,
Fela Kuti,
Japan,
The Divine Comedy,
Ronnie Foster,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Smoke,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fugazi,
Nico,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.