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 Micronesia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
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 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 Prince Buster to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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 Remains,
World's Most,
Monks,
Carl Craig,
Iggy Pop,
Tom Boy,
Max Romeo,
Althea and Donna,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Moby Grape,
Cal Tjader,
Mad Mike,
Organ,
Lucky Dragons,
Chrome,
Robert Görl,
Country Teasers,
The Moody Blues,
Sam Rivers,
Andrew Hill,
Mission of Burma,
Grey Daturas,
Intrusion,
Hot Snakes,
The Sound,
Bad Manners,
The Durutti Column,
Absolute Body Control,
Aural Exciters,
John Holt,
Little Man,
Radiohead,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Quando Quango,
Michelle Simonal,
Circle Jerks,
The Cowsills,
Man Parrish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alison Limerick,
Simply Red,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lalann,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Interpol,
Khruangbin,
Youth Brigade,
Tommy Roe,
Colin Newman,
Negative Approach,
Banda Bassotti,
cv313,
The Barracudas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sällskapet,
Anthony Braxton,
Patti Smith,
The Slackers,
The Sonics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Slick Rick,
Deakin,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.