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 Toronto.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Quantec to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
AZ,
Zero Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Kinks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Susan Cadogan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wasted Youth,
The Cowsills,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Masters at Work,
Glambeats Corp.,
Junior Murvin,
The Angels of Light,
Suburban Knight,
Gang of Four,
Lou Reed,
Letta Mbulu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fire Engines,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jandek,
Pet Shop Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
Schoolly D,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Peter & Gordon,
DJ Sneak,
X-102,
cv313,
Roxette,
Eden Ahbez,
X-Ray Spex,
Interpol,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bronski Beat,
Soul Sonic Force,
Swell Maps,
Glenn Branca,
Janne Schatter,
the Slits,
Lalann,
Surgeon,
Drexciya,
Symarip,
The Evens,
Ossler,
Sixth Finger,
Flash Fearless,
Joy Division,
The Misunderstood,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Underground Resistance,
Public Enemy,
Pierre Henry,
Ken Boothe,
Sun City Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Simply Red,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.