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 Mauritania and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Delon & Dalcan to the jazz 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Isaac Hayes,
Brass Construction,
DJ Sneak,
Joey Negro,
Hot Snakes,
Malaria!,
Mission of Burma,
Bronski Beat,
Grandmaster Flash,
Magma,
Schoolly D,
H. Thieme,
The Blues Magoos,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Colin Newman,
Minnie Riperton,
Con Funk Shun,
Flipper,
JFA,
Anthony Braxton,
Roxette,
Technova,
Aswad,
KRS-One,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
LL Cool J,
New Age Steppers,
Lyres,
Sparks,
The Neon Judgement,
Todd Terry,
The Sound,
David Axelrod,
Suicide,
Dave Gahan,
R.M.O.,
Trumans Water,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Residents,
Silicon Teens,
Josef K,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bluetip,
ABBA,
The Shadows of Knight,
Siglo XX,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Susan Cadogan,
New York Dolls,
Pulsallama,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Young Marble Giants,
Frankie Knuckles,
Duran Duran,
Hardrive,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.