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 Nepal and from Mexico City.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 Arab on Radar to the grime 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Juan Atkins,
The Blues Magoos,
Warren Ellis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crooked Eye,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Freddie Wadling,
The Zeros,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Urselle,
Hasil Adkins,
The Neon Judgement,
John Foxx,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gichy Dan,
Chris & Cosey,
Peter and Kerry,
Agent Orange,
Fatback Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Groovy Waters,
Amazonics,
Matthew Halsall,
Dawn Penn,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Japan,
Crime,
Gregory Isaacs,
Con Funk Shun,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Blackbyrds,
Monks,
Brass Construction,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sparks,
Harry Pussy,
Bronski Beat,
ABC,
Ludus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ten City,
Johnny Clarke,
OOIOO,
Rosa Yemen,
Blossom Toes,
Shoche,
Cameo,
Surgeon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Dirtbombs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minor Threat,
Symarip,
Ponytail,
Gang Gang Dance,
CMW,
DJ Style,
The Walker Brothers,
The Moody Blues,
Jerry's Kids,
Matthew Bourne,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.