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 Portugal and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 ABBA to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang of Four,
The Divine Comedy,
Magma,
Alison Limerick,
Nas,
Swans,
Surgeon,
Minnie Riperton,
F. McDonald,
Brand Nubian,
Matthew Bourne,
The Sonics,
Livin' Joy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Radio Birdman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Reed,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mo-Dettes,
Symarip,
Joy Division,
Eric B and Rakim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rod Modell,
Television Personalities,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soulsonic Force,
Bang On A Can,
The Moody Blues,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minutemen,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Invisible,
Donny Hathaway,
Nils Olav,
MDC,
Arcadia,
Average White Band,
Can,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sonny Sharrock,
Freddie Wadling,
Excepter,
Tubeway Army,
Bauhaus,
Marine Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Golliwogs,
Cybotron,
The Toasters,
Lucky Dragons,
Zapp,
Loose Ends,
Roxette,
Echospace,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Germs,
Franke,
Albert Ayler,
Junior Murvin,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.