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 Suriname and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Harry Pussy to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
The New Christs,
Mars,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rekid,
Stockholm Monsters,
Desert Stars,
Piero Umiliani,
Easy Going,
Kurtis Blow,
Leonard Cohen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
New Order,
The Gladiators,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Isaac Hayes,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cramps,
The Mummies,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Excepter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cheater Slicks,
Interpol,
Harpers Bizarre,
Oneida,
Basic Channel,
Brick,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sparks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scrapy,
Moebius,
Symarip,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Parry Music,
Dorothy Ashby,
T. Rex,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rufus Thomas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jeff Lynne,
Hot Snakes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
June Days,
Traffic Nightmare,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sugar Minott,
Schoolly D,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sonic Youth,
Blancmange,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sarah Menescal,
The Neon Judgement,
John Lydon,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.