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 Hungary and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 These Immortal Souls to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Nico,
Spoonie Gee,
Ituana,
the Human League,
The Walker Brothers,
Mad Mike,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gong,
kango's stein massive,
Vladislav Delay,
Quando Quango,
Ludus,
The Sonics,
Junior Murvin,
The Cowsills,
Sonic Youth,
Joyce Sims,
Agent Orange,
The Litter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mandrill,
Bootsy Collins,
Fugazi,
Make Up,
Deepchord,
Visage,
The Seeds,
DNA,
The Young Rascals,
Das Ding,
John Holt,
Kenny Larkin,
A Certain Ratio,
Khruangbin,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Pus,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Womack,
Barrington Levy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ronnie Foster,
DJ Style,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Absolute Body Control,
Moebius,
The Misunderstood,
Skriet,
Marvin Gaye,
Michelle Simonal,
Dennis Brown,
Byron Stingily,
Chris & Cosey,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bang On A Can,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeff Mills,
Al Stewart,
Harry Pussy,
ABBA,
Ossler,
David Bowie,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.