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 Iceland and from Mumbai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb 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 Neu! to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
The Star Department,
Q and Not U,
Sparks,
Faraquet,
Television Personalities,
KRS-One,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grauzone,
Nas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Prince Buster,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deakin,
Fluxion,
The Seeds,
K-Klass,
Arcadia,
FM Einheit,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sight & Sound,
Eddi Front,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Buckinghams,
Popol Vuh,
Ossler,
Excepter,
The Grass Roots,
Derrick May,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Derrick Morgan,
The Zeros,
Hot Snakes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Swans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Skriet,
Eric Copeland,
The Mummies,
Japan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kaleidoscope,
Section 25,
Tres Demented,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultravox,
Ohio Players,
The Trojans,
Sound Behaviour,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Divine Comedy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Monks,
The United States of America,
The Dave Clark Five,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.