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 Mongolia and from Madrid.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Lou Reed 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 Danielle Patucci to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lucky Dragons,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stetsasonic,
John Cale,
Toni Rubio,
Nirvana,
John Coltrane,
Scan 7,
Nils Olav,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Golliwogs,
Animal Collective,
Half Japanese,
Todd Rundgren,
Sister Nancy,
Minor Threat,
Roy Ayers,
Saccharine Trust,
Tommy Roe,
Babytalk,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grey Daturas,
The J.B.'s,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marmalade,
Warsaw,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Skaos,
Gregory Isaacs,
Matthew Halsall,
Yaz,
Infiniti,
Lalann,
The Gun Club,
Parry Music,
Minutemen,
Glambeats Corp.,
Flipper,
Echospace,
the Bar-Kays,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Divine Comedy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Trumans Water,
R.M.O.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Porter Ricks,
Chrome,
Guru Guru,
Tubeway Army,
The Evens,
Simply Red,
Ice-T,
Charles Mingus,
Connie Case,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.