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 San Marino and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet 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 Traffic Nightmare to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Duran Duran,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Icehouse,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Pus,
Surgeon,
Joensuu 1685,
Sam Rivers,
Gang Starr,
Chris Corsano,
The Selecter,
Sonic Youth,
Alison Limerick,
Pantytec,
Laurel Aitken,
Steve Hackett,
Max Romeo,
Erasure,
Eric B and Rakim,
Public Enemy,
Malaria!,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Adolescents,
Scott Walker,
Dead Boys,
Amazonics,
Yusef Lateef,
Y Pants,
D'Angelo,
Peter & Gordon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Los Fastidios,
Scrapy,
The Last Poets,
Symarip,
JFA,
the Soft Cell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bob Dylan,
Alphaville,
Yaz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mission of Burma,
Con Funk Shun,
Drexciya,
Livin' Joy,
Ossler,
James White and The Blacks,
The Zeros,
Average White Band,
Soft Machine,
Wire,
the Slits,
cv313,
The Searchers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Banda Bassotti,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultra Naté,
Marvin Gaye,
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.