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 Slovakia and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator 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 The Fuzztones to the grime 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Eric Copeland,
James Chance & The Contortions,
UT,
Dave Gahan,
Eric Dolphy,
Ornette Coleman,
Rufus Thomas,
The Electric Prunes,
Soul II Soul,
Patti Smith,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joensuu 1685,
The Busters,
The Raincoats,
Basic Channel,
Bluetip,
Hot Snakes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mantronix,
Crispy Ambulance,
One Last Wish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joyce Sims,
T.S.O.L.,
Gichy Dan,
Dawn Penn,
Bang On A Can,
Severed Heads,
The Associates,
Brand Nubian,
Youth Brigade,
Robert Görl,
D'Angelo,
Das Ding,
Boz Scaggs,
Radio Birdman,
John Coltrane,
Wasted Youth,
Goldenarms,
Ponytail,
Crooked Eye,
Bootsy Collins,
Harmonia,
The Shadows of Knight,
kango's stein massive,
Anthony Braxton,
Isaac Hayes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Amon Düül II,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
New York Dolls,
Second Layer,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alice Coltrane,
Au Pairs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.