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 Israel and from Jakarta.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Dave Gahan to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Minor Threat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Johnny Clarke,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Essential Logic,
Camouflage,
The Red Krayola,
Jacques Brel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Echospace,
Porter Ricks,
Max Romeo,
Deepchord,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Association,
Gong,
Funkadelic,
Fluxion,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rapeman,
Steve Hackett,
Carl Craig,
The Sound,
The Monochrome Set,
Maurizio,
Kerri Chandler,
Sound Behaviour,
Eve St. Jones,
Con Funk Shun,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DNA,
ABBA,
Stereo Dub,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gun Club,
Tubeway Army,
The Residents,
the Normal,
John Cale,
Scott Walker,
Aloha Tigers,
KRS-One,
Reagan Youth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tim Buckley,
10cc,
Boredoms,
Siglo XX,
Brand Nubian,
Swans,
Arab on Radar,
ABC,
Matthew Bourne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sarah Menescal,
John Foxx,
Stetsasonic,
Mantronix,
MC5,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Mojo Men,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.