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 Kenya and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
The Music Machine,
John Coltrane,
Joyce Sims,
Hashim,
Gong,
David McCallum,
Aloha Tigers,
Rufus Thomas,
Sex Pistols,
Whodini,
The Blues Magoos,
Mad Mike,
The Fire Engines,
Scratch Acid,
The Saints,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sight & Sound,
Bauhaus,
Eddi Front,
The Pretty Things,
The Stooges,
The Tremeloes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stereo Dub,
The Sonics,
Duran Duran,
Graham Central Station,
X-102,
The Monochrome Set,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Icehouse,
Minutemen,
The Mojo Men,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
In Retrospect,
Scion,
H. Thieme,
Wally Richardson,
Arthur Verocai,
X-101,
Fifty Foot Hose,
B.T. Express,
The Alarm Clocks,
Faraquet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Leaves,
Make Up,
Don Cherry,
Marine Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
Sugar Minott,
Dennis Brown,
Brass Construction,
Hoover,
Cal Tjader,
Circle Jerks,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fall,
The Birthday Party,
Crooked Eye,
D'Angelo,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.