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 China and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dark Day,
Tres Demented,
The Associates,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Patti Smith,
Jerry's Kids,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mission of Burma,
Leonard Cohen,
The Index,
Wasted Youth,
Malaria!,
Supertramp,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Model 500,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Moon,
Rufus Thomas,
Soft Cell,
Chris & Cosey,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kas Product,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Warsaw,
LL Cool J,
Marine Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
Mantronix,
Dennis Brown,
X-101,
The Neon Judgement,
Ituana,
the Normal,
Byron Stingily,
the Sonics,
Harmonia,
One Last Wish,
The Sonics,
Nirvana,
Depeche Mode,
The Last Poets,
Radiopuhelimet,
Moss Icon,
Infiniti,
Marc Almond,
D'Angelo,
Livin' Joy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minor Threat,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dave Gahan,
Aural Exciters,
Shuggie Otis,
Cal Tjader,
The Remains,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Radio Birdman,
The Red Krayola,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.