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 the UAE and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lower 48 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Kerri Chandler,
The Real Kids,
The Misunderstood,
The Blackbyrds,
Stiv Bators,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pantytec,
Marine Girls,
Hashim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gichy Dan,
The Smiths,
Nation of Ulysses,
Moss Icon,
Saccharine Trust,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Offenders,
Joensuu 1685,
Brand Nubian,
Maurizio,
The Human League,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deepchord,
Nirvana,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Stooges,
Mandrill,
The Modern Lovers,
Yazoo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pussy Galore,
MDC,
The Tremeloes,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Young Rascals,
Swell Maps,
Marshall Jefferson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mantronix,
Ossler,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fela Kuti,
Bush Tetras,
Gong,
Essential Logic,
Bauhaus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DJ Sneak,
Siglo XX,
The Residents,
David Bowie,
The Saints,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eddi Front,
Cluster,
Danielle Patucci,
Slave,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.