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 Morocco and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare 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 Anthony Braxton to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
JFA,
Sugar Minott,
Sam Rivers,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Detroit Cobras,
B.T. Express,
Grey Daturas,
Agitation Free,
Anthony Braxton,
Hoover,
Arab on Radar,
The Count Five,
Dual Sessions,
Erykah Badu,
Moby Grape,
Lightning Bolt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soul Sonic Force,
Radiopuhelimet,
Panda Bear,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Stooges,
Sun City Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
The Toasters,
Dead Boys,
Marc Almond,
Nico,
The Slits,
Depeche Mode,
The Electric Prunes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Michelle Simonal,
ABC,
Joe Smooth,
Rhythm & Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pantytec,
Lucky Dragons,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dave Gahan,
Yusef Lateef,
Aaron Thompson,
The Beau Brummels,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Easy Going,
Los Fastidios,
Hashim,
Mo-Dettes,
Sällskapet,
Roxy Music,
Silicon Teens,
Patti Smith,
Letta Mbulu,
Ten City,
The Fall,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Smoke,
Lungfish,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.