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 Bhutan and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Cluster to the rock 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Angry Samoans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Busters,
Derrick Morgan,
Rapeman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yaz,
Avey Tare,
Magma,
Sun City Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Skriet,
Visage,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Modern Lovers,
Technova,
Negative Approach,
Josef K,
Bluetip,
Dead Boys,
Colin Newman,
Drexciya,
Soul II Soul,
Shuggie Otis,
The Doors,
Sam Rivers,
Joe Smooth,
Bad Manners,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brothers Johnson,
DNA,
John Holt,
Talk Talk,
Roxette,
Kerri Chandler,
Ituana,
Alison Limerick,
Glenn Branca,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joensuu 1685,
Grauzone,
Kerrie Biddell,
Maurizio,
H. Thieme,
Radio Birdman,
Porter Ricks,
Jerry's Kids,
The Smiths,
Infiniti,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yazoo,
Mark Hollis,
The Blues Magoos,
The Monochrome Set,
The Count Five,
The Human League,
One Last Wish,
The Index,
R.M.O.,
Sugar Minott,
Livin' Joy,
Stereo Dub,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.