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 Jordan and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rufus Thomas to the rap 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Derrick May,
The Gap Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Albert Ayler,
Alice Coltrane,
Theoretical Girls,
Dawn Penn,
Freddie Wadling,
Oblivians,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gabor Szabo,
Joe Finger,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minnie Riperton,
Yazoo,
Monks,
The Martian,
The Kinks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Motions,
Whodini,
Monolake,
The Barracudas,
Joyce Sims,
Nico,
Cluster,
Prince Buster,
The Human League,
Fugazi,
Scrapy,
Cymande,
MDC,
The Stooges,
Cal Tjader,
The Zeros,
Tears for Fears,
Steve Hackett,
Negative Approach,
Alison Limerick,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Pop Group,
Pulsallama,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang Gang Dance,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Coltrane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fatback Band,
Fela Kuti,
The Tremeloes,
Ten City,
The Saints,
Oneida,
Model 500,
Gang of Four,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fortunes,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.