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 Antigua and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 kango's stein massive to the funk 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DJ Sneak,
Todd Rundgren,
Pole,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Carl Craig,
Easy Going,
Alice Coltrane,
Sugar Minott,
Lindisfarne,
Sarah Menescal,
Altered Images,
U.S. Maple,
Pere Ubu,
Talk Talk,
John Foxx,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Sound,
Livin' Joy,
Schoolly D,
Tres Demented,
a-ha,
Don Cherry,
Sam Rivers,
Ice-T,
The Gories,
The Last Poets,
Vainqueur,
The Cramps,
Stereo Dub,
Rekid,
Y Pants,
The Real Kids,
Lakeside,
Boredoms,
Judy Mowatt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mark Hollis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moby Grape,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sandy B,
The Buckinghams,
Arcadia,
The Monochrome Set,
John Coltrane,
Marvin Gaye,
the Human League,
Jawbox,
The Remains,
Circle Jerks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Velvet Underground,
The Blackbyrds,
The Trojans,
E-Dancer,
The Beau Brummels,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.