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 Belgium and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 the Normal to the electroclash 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pole,
The Cowsills,
Kerri Chandler,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Au Pairs,
Scott Walker,
The Skatalites,
Cluster,
Index,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Womack,
H. Thieme,
Ken Boothe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Isaac Hayes,
Agitation Free,
Faust,
The Pretty Things,
Nick Fraelich,
Vladislav Delay,
The Kinks,
Mad Mike,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grey Daturas,
Godley & Creme,
Gang of Four,
Crime,
Bootsy Collins,
Steve Hackett,
JFA,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Don Cherry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rhythm & Sound,
X-101,
Sandy B,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Swell Maps,
Neu!,
10cc,
Dave Gahan,
Crash Course in Science,
Josef K,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wings,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Slits,
New York Dolls,
Scientists,
The Blackbyrds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alton Ellis,
This Heat,
Joe Finger,
Silicon Teens,
The Velvet Underground,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.