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 Philippines and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gabor Szabo to the electroclash 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
FM Einheit,
Mark Hollis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Moebius,
Delta 5,
T.S.O.L.,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fall,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ten City,
Rakim,
James White and The Blacks,
the Normal,
Qualms,
Judy Mowatt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New Age Steppers,
Dark Day,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Slick Rick,
Gabor Szabo,
Ken Boothe,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Bar-Kays,
The Sonics,
Television Personalities,
Camouflage,
Quadrant,
U.S. Maple,
The Slackers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Excepter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
Von Mondo,
Easy Going,
New Order,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Goldenarms,
Bob Dylan,
Youth Brigade,
Depeche Mode,
Cluster,
JFA,
Barry Ungar,
Tears for Fears,
Blancmange,
the Association,
Babytalk,
Radiohead,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
LL Cool J,
The Mummies,
Rosa Yemen,
Metal Thangz,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.