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 Honduras and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Intrusion to the disco 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
The Dirtbombs,
Whodini,
Stetsasonic,
The Gun Club,
Blossom Toes,
Neil Young,
D'Angelo,
Mo-Dettes,
Eric Copeland,
The Happenings,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fall,
Sex Pistols,
EPMD,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scrapy,
Funkadelic,
Darondo,
Animal Collective,
Q and Not U,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Delta 5,
The Neon Judgement,
Swell Maps,
CMW,
Hardrive,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rhythm & Sound,
Icehouse,
Reagan Youth,
Rites of Spring,
Motorama,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barclay James Harvest,
Toni Rubio,
K-Klass,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Desert Stars,
The Durutti Column,
Stereo Dub,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Invisible,
Gastr Del Sol,
Guru Guru,
Main Source,
Sandy B,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grey Daturas,
The Moleskins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Talk Talk,
The Standells,
Minnie Riperton,
Jandek,
Juan Atkins,
A Certain Ratio,
Sugar Minott,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Television Personalities,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.