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 Laos and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the punk 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Ultra Naté,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Boz Scaggs,
Marmalade,
David McCallum,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Vladislav Delay,
Swans,
Bootsy Collins,
48th St. Collective,
The Fall,
Excepter,
The Zeros,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wolf Eyes,
Bluetip,
Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Shadows of Knight,
D'Angelo,
The Cowsills,
Animal Collective,
Vainqueur,
The Smiths,
Jawbox,
The Index,
Grandmaster Flash,
Groovy Waters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Albert Ayler,
Symarip,
Ludus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barry Ungar,
a-ha,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barrington Levy,
Talk Talk,
Pantytec,
Lightning Bolt,
The Invisible,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Stooges,
The Human League,
Basic Channel,
Black Sheep,
New Order,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alison Limerick,
Icehouse,
Drexciya,
X-Ray Spex,
DJ Style,
Slick Rick,
Unwound,
Hardrive,
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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.