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 India and from London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 DJ Sneak to the dance 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
ABC,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sound,
Amazonics,
Alison Limerick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Flipper,
Bobby Sherman,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Pretty Things,
Vainqueur,
Henry Cow,
Soft Machine,
Jeff Mills,
Harmonia,
Mo-Dettes,
Easy Going,
Max Romeo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joe Finger,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rakim,
Clear Light,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wally Richardson,
Michelle Simonal,
Peter and Kerry,
Desert Stars,
Panda Bear,
U.S. Maple,
Nirvana,
The Buckinghams,
The Offenders,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grauzone,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brick,
The Trojans,
The Raincoats,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bill Near,
Connie Case,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Oneida,
Depeche Mode,
Swell Maps,
The Slackers,
David McCallum,
New Age Steppers,
John Foxx,
Fatback Band,
Delta 5,
Agent Orange,
Make Up,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Blake Baxter,
Crime,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.