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 Angola and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Last Poets,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Searchers,
The Knickerbockers,
cv313,
Rapeman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nirvana,
Skriet,
Gang Starr,
Ultra Naté,
Ten City,
The Selecter,
Surgeon,
Cluster,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joensuu 1685,
Todd Terry,
Eurythmics,
Crime,
Prince Buster,
Wasted Youth,
Au Pairs,
Yusef Lateef,
Moby Grape,
Franke,
Average White Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marine Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
Chris & Cosey,
The Slackers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lightning Bolt,
The Evens,
The Golliwogs,
Janne Schatter,
the Bar-Kays,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scott Walker,
The Saints,
Thompson Twins,
Flipper,
Monolake,
Ornette Coleman,
Eli Mardock,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Infiniti,
Nas,
The Monochrome Set,
Symarip,
The Litter,
Scion,
Funkadelic,
Sister Nancy,
the Swans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cecil Taylor,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Throbbing Gristle,
R.M.O.,
Hardrive,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.