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 Uruguay and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bootsy Collins to the grime 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
U.S. Maple,
Max Romeo,
Minnie Riperton,
T. Rex,
Jeff Mills,
Ultra Naté,
Technova,
Bob Dylan,
Altered Images,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Maleditus Sound,
cv313,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sonic Youth,
The New Christs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Peter & Gordon,
Todd Terry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Amon Düül,
New York Dolls,
Subhumans,
Boredoms,
E-Dancer,
the Soft Cell,
Ituana,
The Smoke,
Young Marble Giants,
Joe Smooth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sugar Minott,
Harry Pussy,
X-101,
Man Eating Sloth,
Maurizio,
MC5,
Cymande,
The Count Five,
Unwound,
Ornette Coleman,
Motorama,
Mad Mike,
Groovy Waters,
Fugazi,
Mission of Burma,
The Trojans,
The Leaves,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Slave,
The Neon Judgement,
Alton Ellis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alison Limerick,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crime,
The Sound,
Sixth Finger,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.