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 Bulgaria and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord 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 Ituana to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
The Remains,
Kas Product,
Donny Hathaway,
Radio Birdman,
The Music Machine,
L. Decosne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
48th St. Collective,
Byron Stingily,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Moon,
The Slits,
The Real Kids,
The Divine Comedy,
Skarface,
Brass Construction,
Loose Ends,
Tears for Fears,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fugazi,
Grandmaster Flash,
Blake Baxter,
Drexciya,
Dave Gahan,
Juan Atkins,
Flipper,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pet Shop Boys,
Iggy Pop,
Sparks,
EPMD,
Accadde A,
Sällskapet,
Blossom Toes,
Skaos,
Sam Rivers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Harmonia,
Anthony Braxton,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Green,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tom Boy,
Minutemen,
Erasure,
Arthur Verocai,
Patti Smith,
The Count Five,
Crispian St. Peters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Yaz,
Barbara Tucker,
The Seeds,
Jimmy McGriff,
Parry Music,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.