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 Samoa and from Calgary.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 The Invisible to the grunge 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Pretty Things,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Accadde A,
Pharoah Sanders,
CMW,
Shuggie Otis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cure,
Thompson Twins,
Dual Sessions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Isaac Hayes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lucky Dragons,
The Music Machine,
Con Funk Shun,
Barclay James Harvest,
Parry Music,
Khruangbin,
Ohio Players,
Basic Channel,
Piero Umiliani,
Alice Coltrane,
Angry Samoans,
the Slits,
Pagans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fear,
Blossom Toes,
Ultravox,
Mr. Review,
Barry Ungar,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dawn Penn,
10cc,
K-Klass,
Country Teasers,
a-ha,
Jeff Mills,
Fat Boys,
La Düsseldorf,
Steve Hackett,
Gang Starr,
The Smoke,
Anakelly,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
A Certain Ratio,
Yaz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pole,
Hot Snakes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Seeds,
Drexciya,
Aswad,
Von Mondo,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.