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 Estonia and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 Bill Wells to the electroclash 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Con Funk Shun,
The Monks,
John Coltrane,
Barbara Tucker,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Flash Fearless,
Wire,
Eric Copeland,
Parry Music,
Japan,
Black Sheep,
Sun City Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Techniques,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brothers Johnson,
Amon Düül II,
Harpers Bizarre,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Skaos,
The Leaves,
Isaac Hayes,
Qualms,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
JFA,
Essential Logic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Desert Stars,
Subhumans,
Eurythmics,
Clear Light,
Dual Sessions,
Young Marble Giants,
Surgeon,
The Gun Club,
Deadbeat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Main Source,
Make Up,
Chris & Cosey,
Marvin Gaye,
Duran Duran,
Dark Day,
Angry Samoans,
Tomorrow,
Johnny Osbourne,
kango's stein massive,
The Gories,
Alice Coltrane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Martian,
Sarah Menescal,
Ken Boothe,
The Cramps,
Guru Guru,
Connie Case,
Cecil Taylor,
Q65,
Girls At Our Best!,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.