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 Colombia 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Dave Clark Five to the techno 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Oneida,
Kaleidoscope,
Ronan,
Lou Christie,
Fatback Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Matthew Bourne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jawbox,
Lindisfarne,
The Gories,
The Fortunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ten City,
Tommy Roe,
Qualms,
Mars,
Radiohead,
Anthony Braxton,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
David Bowie,
Angry Samoans,
Cymande,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Human League,
Spandau Ballet,
Erykah Badu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tropical Tobacco,
Y Pants,
Stiv Bators,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Harry Pussy,
The Raincoats,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wasted Youth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Moby Grape,
Audionom,
The Motions,
Flamin' Groovies,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Simply Red,
Byron Stingily,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yellowson,
KRS-One,
B.T. Express,
Fear,
Curtis Mayfield,
Suicide,
Kerrie Biddell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bronski Beat,
The Sound,
Dave Gahan,
F. McDonald,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.