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 Mexico and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Rites of Spring to the techno 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fugs,
The Raincoats,
L. Decosne,
Robert Görl,
Ultra Naté,
David Axelrod,
Rhythm & Sound,
One Last Wish,
Black Moon,
John Holt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grauzone,
Wasted Youth,
Desert Stars,
Crooked Eye,
Zapp,
The Fire Engines,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
La Düsseldorf,
Radiohead,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tommy Roe,
Black Flag,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Andrew Hill,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rakim,
10cc,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pulsallama,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eurythmics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
F. McDonald,
Niagra,
JFA,
Tears for Fears,
Mission of Burma,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Durutti Column,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bill Wells,
Dorothy Ashby,
DJ Sneak,
Agent Orange,
Bluetip,
Ralphi Rosario,
OOIOO,
the Fania All-Stars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Donald Byrd,
Jimmy McGriff,
The J.B.'s,
The Smoke,
Rekid,
Zero Boys,
Anakelly,
Symarip,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.