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 Colombia and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the rock 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Public Enemy,
DJ Sneak,
Pantytec,
The Move,
Funky Four + One,
Dave Gahan,
R.M.O.,
Yellowson,
Archie Shepp,
Lalann,
Gabor Szabo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crooked Eye,
Jandek,
Au Pairs,
The Busters,
Interpol,
New Age Steppers,
the Swans,
Scan 7,
The Black Dice,
Glenn Branca,
H. Thieme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Arab on Radar,
Bill Wells,
Altered Images,
Television Personalities,
Erykah Badu,
Nas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Holt,
Junior Murvin,
Nirvana,
Don Cherry,
Rotary Connection,
Camouflage,
Darondo,
Parry Music,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Byrd,
the Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Livin' Joy,
Moby Grape,
Derrick Morgan,
Robert Görl,
Byron Stingily,
Althea and Donna,
The Searchers,
Marc Almond,
Urselle,
Magazine,
the Association,
The Slackers,
Freddie Wadling,
Soft Machine,
Khruangbin,
Hoover,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.