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 Iraq and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Severed Heads to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Smog,
Quantec,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hoover,
Ituana,
Alphaville,
Skaos,
Judy Mowatt,
Popol Vuh,
Throbbing Gristle,
Monolake,
Bizarre Inc.,
Zapp,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bush Tetras,
Fela Kuti,
Dark Day,
Neu!,
Maurizio,
These Immortal Souls,
Godley & Creme,
FM Einheit,
Ossler,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Intrusion,
Derrick May,
Moby Grape,
Avey Tare,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Howard Jones,
Arcadia,
Roxette,
10cc,
Excepter,
Pulsallama,
Joe Finger,
Soul Sonic Force,
Todd Terry,
Black Sheep,
Steve Hackett,
The Searchers,
Bad Manners,
Josef K,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Infiniti,
The Real Kids,
Joy Division,
Ice-T,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Los Fastidios,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cramps,
K-Klass,
Public Image Ltd.,
Heaven 17,
Eve St. Jones,
Idris Muhammad,
Sparks,
Bob Dylan,
Shuggie Otis,
Chris & Cosey,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.