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 South Africa and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 Ituana to the crunk 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
T.S.O.L.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camberwell Now,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
June Days,
Faust,
The Last Poets,
Bizarre Inc.,
Unrelated Segments,
Von Mondo,
The Gap Band,
The Associates,
The Smiths,
Dorothy Ashby,
Althea and Donna,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Agitation Free,
Peter and Kerry,
Marvin Gaye,
Erykah Badu,
Jacques Brel,
Aswad,
Dave Gahan,
Cymande,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nick Fraelich,
Organ,
Model 500,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Agent Orange,
Mantronix,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultravox,
The Slits,
Sixth Finger,
Talk Talk,
Arab on Radar,
The Angels of Light,
Popol Vuh,
Brick,
Al Stewart,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Michelle Simonal,
Excepter,
Suicide,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minor Threat,
Absolute Body Control,
Roxy Music,
Magazine,
David Axelrod,
Kevin Saunderson,
Trumans Water,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Radio Birdman,
Average White Band,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.