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 Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Nirvana to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Cecil Taylor,
Ronnie Foster,
Moebius,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Byrd,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Kinks,
Aswad,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kas Product,
Sun City Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Donny Hathaway,
The Searchers,
Massinfluence,
Ohio Players,
Erykah Badu,
The Divine Comedy,
Slave,
Isaac Hayes,
Excepter,
Pantytec,
Electric Prunes,
Porter Ricks,
The Slackers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Derrick May,
Make Up,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sarah Menescal,
Erasure,
Subhumans,
Lungfish,
T. Rex,
Bauhaus,
Soulsonic Force,
Saccharine Trust,
EPMD,
B.T. Express,
Ralphi Rosario,
Royal Trux,
Matthew Halsall,
Shoche,
Sound Behaviour,
Unwound,
Monks,
Anakelly,
Desert Stars,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joey Negro,
In Retrospect,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sällskapet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alphaville,
Visage,
Circle Jerks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.