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 Nepal and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Lou Reed to the disco 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gap Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ponytail,
the Bar-Kays,
Crispian St. Peters,
Altered Images,
Harmonia,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kerrie Biddell,
H. Thieme,
Matthew Bourne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Durutti Column,
Absolute Body Control,
Alice Coltrane,
Wally Richardson,
The Motions,
The Trojans,
Bill Wells,
Fear,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Drexciya,
Glenn Branca,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Shadows of Knight,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Metal Thangz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Negative Approach,
Jeff Mills,
Wasted Youth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Panda Bear,
Mark Hollis,
Archie Shepp,
Ohio Players,
the Soft Cell,
10cc,
Arthur Verocai,
John Cale,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
David Axelrod,
Carl Craig,
Television,
Cheater Slicks,
KRS-One,
Lee Hazlewood,
Shuggie Otis,
Tom Boy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gladiators,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Birthday Party,
Newcleus,
The Moleskins,
Visage,
Kerri Chandler,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.