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 Nauru and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the grunge 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wolf Eyes,
Joyce Sims,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Laurel Aitken,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cure,
Yazoo,
Glenn Branca,
Gil Scott Heron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lee Hazlewood,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aswad,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fuzztones,
Schoolly D,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bronski Beat,
Rosa Yemen,
Marmalade,
The Zeros,
Nas,
U.S. Maple,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Womack,
Bob Dylan,
Sound Behaviour,
Quantec,
Echospace,
kango's stein massive,
Spoonie Gee,
Swell Maps,
Tomorrow,
Albert Ayler,
Sixth Finger,
Mission of Burma,
Franke,
The Dead C,
Underground Resistance,
Livin' Joy,
Pierre Henry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scion,
the Association,
Erykah Badu,
Wasted Youth,
Tubeway Army,
The Doobie Brothers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barry Ungar,
Chris Corsano,
Junior Murvin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Derrick May,
Essential Logic,
The United States of America,
Gang Starr,
Youth Brigade,
Fat Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.