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 Albania and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Remains to the dance 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Quando Quango,
X-Ray Spex,
Lalann,
Skaos,
The Offenders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ornette Coleman,
Piero Umiliani,
Boredoms,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crime,
The Count Five,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fear,
Negative Approach,
Robert Hood,
One Last Wish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed,
The Slits,
Soft Machine,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eddi Front,
Tears for Fears,
Glenn Branca,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bronski Beat,
Subhumans,
Wally Richardson,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Trojans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Moby Grape,
Pantytec,
Hot Snakes,
Radio Birdman,
Moss Icon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scratch Acid,
Crooked Eye,
Barrington Levy,
The Seeds,
Easy Going,
The Young Rascals,
Mandrill,
Section 25,
Pole,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Smog,
Don Cherry,
Rakim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Warren Ellis,
Goldenarms,
Von Mondo,
Livin' Joy,
Kayak,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.