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 Jamaica and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the 808 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the rock 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Roxy Music,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mission of Burma,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marine Girls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lakeside,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Theoretical Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Maurizio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
David McCallum,
The Electric Prunes,
In Retrospect,
Janne Schatter,
Ultravox,
Black Sheep,
Eden Ahbez,
L. Decosne,
Derrick Morgan,
Cheater Slicks,
the Normal,
Altered Images,
Peter and Kerry,
Dave Gahan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marcia Griffiths,
Q65,
Von Mondo,
Bronski Beat,
JFA,
Gastr Del Sol,
Glenn Branca,
Hardrive,
Anthony Braxton,
Eddi Front,
The Fuzztones,
World's Most,
La Düsseldorf,
T.S.O.L.,
Fat Boys,
The Gap Band,
Gang of Four,
Zero Boys,
Fatback Band,
Dark Day,
Lou Reed,
Model 500,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hot Snakes,
Metal Thangz,
Babytalk,
Neil Young,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aural Exciters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Piero Umiliani,
Echospace,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rotary Connection,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.