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 Colombia and from Bremen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Robert Palmer 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 Rakim to the grunge 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sällskapet,
Roxette,
Agent Orange,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Traffic Nightmare,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Barracudas,
Archie Shepp,
Unwound,
Chrome,
Ossler,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Skatalites,
The Doors,
Bobby Womack,
FM Einheit,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Bananas,
Soft Machine,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pulsallama,
The Grass Roots,
The Techniques,
Cecil Taylor,
the Sonics,
The Fall,
Suburban Knight,
the Swans,
Soulsonic Force,
Johnny Osbourne,
The United States of America,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Carl Craig,
The Birthday Party,
Neu!,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Standells,
MC5,
Wally Richardson,
Unrelated Segments,
Clear Light,
Colin Newman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Television Personalities,
Anthony Braxton,
The Evens,
Sparks,
Symarip,
Malaria!,
The Blues Magoos,
Jandek,
The Star Department,
The Gories,
Terry Callier,
Ten City,
June of 44,
EPMD,
The Pop Group,
Y Pants,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.