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 Ethiopia and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb 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 Rakim to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Negative Approach,
Arab on Radar,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Moody Blues,
Davy DMX,
Bizarre Inc.,
Connie Case,
Sister Nancy,
The Red Krayola,
The Stooges,
the Human League,
Cheater Slicks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
MC5,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Smiths,
Accadde A,
FM Einheit,
Reagan Youth,
Michelle Simonal,
Von Mondo,
Simply Red,
Khruangbin,
The New Christs,
Jeff Mills,
DJ Style,
Charles Mingus,
Ohio Players,
the Association,
Pulsallama,
Fatback Band,
Intrusion,
Radio Birdman,
Crime,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bill Near,
Letta Mbulu,
Blake Baxter,
Terry Callier,
Mission of Burma,
Pole,
T. Rex,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sarah Menescal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Johnny Osbourne,
New Age Steppers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Massinfluence,
The Last Poets,
Yaz,
Robert Görl,
Sun City Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Warren Ellis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Wake,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.