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 Somalia and from Philadelphia.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Birthday Party to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 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?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minutemen,
the Human League,
Grauzone,
The Names,
Soul Sonic Force,
Essential Logic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
FM Einheit,
LL Cool J,
Sun City Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
La Düsseldorf,
Funkadelic,
Crime,
Neil Young,
Alton Ellis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Boz Scaggs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Janne Schatter,
Second Layer,
The Leaves,
Rufus Thomas,
the Bar-Kays,
Jacob Miller,
John Holt,
The Fugs,
Radio Birdman,
The Pretty Things,
Joensuu 1685,
Robert Hood,
Kas Product,
Surgeon,
Rosa Yemen,
Soulsonic Force,
Josef K,
Archie Shepp,
X-101,
Scratch Acid,
AZ,
Cameo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bad Manners,
Marvin Gaye,
Audionom,
Lou Christie,
Roger Hodgson,
Negative Approach,
Deepchord,
Todd Rundgren,
Fluxion,
Yaz,
Sound Behaviour,
Byron Stingily,
The Mojo Men,
Dark Day,
Swans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Henry Cow,
Isaac Hayes,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.