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 Lesotho and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 FM Einheit to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Names,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
AZ,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
This Heat,
Circle Jerks,
Aaron Thompson,
Livin' Joy,
Sex Pistols,
Depeche Mode,
Sandy B,
Matthew Bourne,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Christie,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Smiths,
Lungfish,
Mo-Dettes,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Moleskins,
Bush Tetras,
June of 44,
Accadde A,
Groovy Waters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Outsiders,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fortunes,
Jandek,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cowsills,
Ponytail,
Crispy Ambulance,
Unwound,
Ronan,
Peter and Kerry,
Suicide,
Lalann,
MDC,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Sheep,
Wasted Youth,
Soft Cell,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
CMW,
Brass Construction,
The United States of America,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yaz,
Schoolly D,
Lindisfarne,
Leonard Cohen,
Saccharine Trust,
Fatback Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.