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 Djibouti and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 Main Source to the crunk 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Public Enemy,
Ten City,
Can,
Desert Stars,
Chris Corsano,
the Slits,
The United States of America,
David Axelrod,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Christie,
FM Einheit,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Womack,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Talk Talk,
Piero Umiliani,
Excepter,
Cheater Slicks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Man Parrish,
Loose Ends,
the Normal,
Spoonie Gee,
Yazoo,
Tres Demented,
Matthew Bourne,
Monolake,
Moby Grape,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tom Boy,
Electric Prunes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ash Ra Tempel,
E-Dancer,
Rosa Yemen,
Junior Murvin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Leonard Cohen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Evens,
The Moleskins,
Cameo,
CMW,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Newcleus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Mojo Men,
Hasil Adkins,
The Slits,
The Star Department,
The Fuzztones,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eli Mardock,
Skriet,
The Motions,
Sonic Youth,
Masters at Work,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.