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 Qatar and from Manila.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer 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 New Order to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Khruangbin,
The Zeros,
Scan 7,
Nation of Ulysses,
Thompson Twins,
Adolescents,
Faraquet,
Skarface,
Gang Green,
Section 25,
Heaven 17,
Idris Muhammad,
Erykah Badu,
Thee Headcoats,
Excepter,
Country Teasers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Circle Jerks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pole,
Oneida,
Ponytail,
Nik Kershaw,
Avey Tare,
Dual Sessions,
the Sonics,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hashim,
Niagra,
Underground Resistance,
Slave,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ten City,
Susan Cadogan,
Clear Light,
Jesper Dahlback,
Agent Orange,
D'Angelo,
Sound Behaviour,
Model 500,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
June of 44,
Aural Exciters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Max Romeo,
Tomorrow,
Deakin,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yazoo,
Can,
Grauzone,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rod Modell,
Malaria!,
Gastr Del Sol,
X-Ray Spex,
Ludus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scientists,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.