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 Uruguay and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Cecil Taylor to the dance 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Ornette Coleman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yaz,
Brothers Johnson,
Dark Day,
Roger Hodgson,
Aural Exciters,
Suicide,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Faust,
Soul II Soul,
Minutemen,
Reuben Wilson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Slits,
Main Source,
Isaac Hayes,
Pussy Galore,
Bizarre Inc.,
Country Teasers,
AZ,
Laurel Aitken,
Jeff Lynne,
JFA,
Public Enemy,
The Doobie Brothers,
La Düsseldorf,
Amazonics,
Porter Ricks,
the Germs,
Scrapy,
Harry Pussy,
Niagra,
Fugazi,
Gong,
K-Klass,
Deakin,
Donny Hathaway,
Patti Smith,
Man Parrish,
Eden Ahbez,
Bob Dylan,
Bluetip,
Symarip,
Nils Olav,
Michelle Simonal,
June of 44,
The Gun Club,
Tom Boy,
The Fall,
The Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Loose Ends,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Smiths,
Jeru the Damaja,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Monks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.