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 Japan and from Seoul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sight & Sound to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Alice Coltrane,
Silicon Teens,
Schoolly D,
The Raincoats,
Con Funk Shun,
Connie Case,
Popol Vuh,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Christie,
Banda Bassotti,
F. McDonald,
Icehouse,
Andrew Hill,
KRS-One,
X-Ray Spex,
Junior Murvin,
David Bowie,
Los Fastidios,
Suburban Knight,
Section 25,
Massinfluence,
Franke,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Barracudas,
Black Sheep,
Nick Fraelich,
The Standells,
The Golliwogs,
Dual Sessions,
Camouflage,
The Victims,
The Martian,
The Mojo Men,
Graham Central Station,
Alphaville,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Smoke,
The Fugs,
Black Moon,
Thompson Twins,
The Walker Brothers,
Depeche Mode,
Barry Ungar,
Pantytec,
Fear,
Young Marble Giants,
The Durutti Column,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rekid,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Organ,
The Fortunes,
John Holt,
The Modern Lovers,
Jawbox,
Sun Ra,
Sound Behaviour,
Anthony Braxton,
Crooked Eye,
Siglo XX,
Moss Icon,
Henry Cow,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.