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 Mauritius and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Donny Hathaway,
Sandy B,
Wings,
Piero Umiliani,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scientists,
the Sonics,
The Monks,
Cybotron,
Eve St. Jones,
Suburban Knight,
Fort Wilson Riot,
UT,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eurythmics,
Khruangbin,
The Fortunes,
Roxette,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Interpol,
Tears for Fears,
Gang of Four,
Main Source,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
KRS-One,
The Stooges,
Funky Four + One,
Black Bananas,
The Blues Magoos,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Shoche,
Ronnie Foster,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lyres,
Chrome,
Unrelated Segments,
Roxy Music,
Radiohead,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ituana,
Animal Collective,
Bizarre Inc.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Golliwogs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ohio Players,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Amazonics,
Oneida,
Skaos,
Derrick Morgan,
Easy Going,
DJ Sneak,
K-Klass,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.