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 Equatorial Guinea and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
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 808 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Bill Near,
The Count Five,
Yazoo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Offenders,
The Knickerbockers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Shoche,
Freddie Wadling,
The Kinks,
Faust,
kango's stein massive,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Busters,
Bootsy Collins,
Carl Craig,
Marshall Jefferson,
Banda Bassotti,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brass Construction,
Black Bananas,
Archie Shepp,
David Axelrod,
James Chance & The Contortions,
R.M.O.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eden Ahbez,
Quando Quango,
Underground Resistance,
Saccharine Trust,
Max Romeo,
Marine Girls,
Sister Nancy,
Pere Ubu,
Mad Mike,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brand Nubian,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jimmy McGriff,
Avey Tare,
Schoolly D,
The Fugs,
LL Cool J,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mr. Review,
the Swans,
These Immortal Souls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Isaac Hayes,
DJ Style,
Sam Rivers,
Barrington Levy,
Lower 48,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Youth Brigade,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fall,
Simply Red,
Minnie Riperton,
The Motions,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.