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 Dominica and from Stockholm.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 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 Cowsills to the techno 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Newcleus,
Ossler,
The Wake,
The Gories,
the Slits,
Johnny Osbourne,
Colin Newman,
Fluxion,
ABC,
Ludus,
Graham Central Station,
Roxy Music,
Deakin,
48th St. Collective,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Oneida,
Erykah Badu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Underground Resistance,
Iggy Pop,
Reuben Wilson,
Brand Nubian,
Yusef Lateef,
The Leaves,
Tears for Fears,
Clear Light,
Infiniti,
Country Teasers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Donald Byrd,
Bluetip,
Mantronix,
Quadrant,
Urselle,
the Sonics,
Barbara Tucker,
Roy Ayers,
Slave,
Kayak,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Womack,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gastr Del Sol,
Don Cherry,
The Tremeloes,
Zero Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
Anthony Braxton,
Eddi Front,
Little Man,
Eden Ahbez,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aaron Thompson,
The Dead C,
Dawn Penn,
Public Enemy,
The Zeros,
Pussy Galore,
Brass Construction,
The Smoke,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.