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 Saudi Arabia and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes 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 The Blues Magoos to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
The Evens,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yaz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wings,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Letta Mbulu,
Ronan,
Massinfluence,
Ten City,
Motorama,
Duran Duran,
T.S.O.L.,
Fugazi,
New Order,
The Remains,
Jacob Miller,
Young Marble Giants,
the Germs,
Yusef Lateef,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Motions,
Girls At Our Best!,
L. Decosne,
The Monochrome Set,
Skaos,
The Selecter,
La Düsseldorf,
Zero Boys,
Joey Negro,
PIL,
Faust,
Brand Nubian,
The Victims,
Qualms,
Jeff Mills,
Procol Harum,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
In Retrospect,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Au Pairs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Q65,
Blake Baxter,
Lungfish,
The Real Kids,
Sonic Youth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pere Ubu,
Easy Going,
The Smiths,
Los Fastidios,
Soft Cell,
Circle Jerks,
Warsaw,
The Seeds,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.