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 Bolivia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 Monks 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Bad Manners,
In Retrospect,
Trumans Water,
Bauhaus,
Maurizio,
DJ Style,
Groovy Waters,
Rotary Connection,
The Durutti Column,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fatback Band,
The Last Poets,
The Associates,
Magazine,
Carl Craig,
Easy Going,
The Gun Club,
Qualms,
Pagans,
Harmonia,
ABC,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sällskapet,
Royal Trux,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Star Department,
Massinfluence,
James White and The Blacks,
John Holt,
Boredoms,
Slick Rick,
Darondo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barrington Levy,
Barbara Tucker,
The Birthday Party,
Yellowson,
Michelle Simonal,
Matthew Halsall,
The Mojo Men,
June of 44,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
cv313,
Grey Daturas,
The Misunderstood,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pierre Henry,
The Fall,
The Cowsills,
Kas Product,
The Gap Band,
the Human League,
AZ,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Sound,
Reuben Wilson,
Sparks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nirvana,
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.