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 Niger and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 The Raincoats to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Scientists,
Erykah Badu,
Piero Umiliani,
T.S.O.L.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wasted Youth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gil Scott Heron,
Adolescents,
The Residents,
Quadrant,
Stockholm Monsters,
Massinfluence,
Lalo Schifrin,
Don Cherry,
Panda Bear,
Gregory Isaacs,
Procol Harum,
The Offenders,
Inner City,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
La Düsseldorf,
Jimmy McGriff,
Arcadia,
Country Teasers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Traffic Nightmare,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Reed,
Rites of Spring,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jawbox,
Swell Maps,
New Order,
Joy Division,
Pussy Galore,
The Music Machine,
Q and Not U,
DJ Style,
Johnny Clarke,
Jerry's Kids,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Al Stewart,
Lee Hazlewood,
LL Cool J,
Index,
Mary Jane Girls,
B.T. Express,
The Happenings,
Duran Duran,
Blake Baxter,
The Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
Ronnie Foster,
The Zeros,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Vainqueur,
Simply Red,
The Seeds,
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.