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 Eritrea and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lalann to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pylon,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soft Cell,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang of Four,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Neu!,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Angels of Light,
John Coltrane,
Dead Boys,
Excepter,
Parry Music,
Franke,
Minutemen,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lightning Bolt,
The Zeros,
Pussy Galore,
Hot Snakes,
Loose Ends,
The Walker Brothers,
Crime,
John Cale,
Roger Hodgson,
H. Thieme,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New York Dolls,
Chris & Cosey,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tommy Roe,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Pus,
Mars,
Lou Christie,
The Names,
Radio Birdman,
Alice Coltrane,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang Green,
The Happenings,
Ornette Coleman,
Gabor Szabo,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Human League,
the Fania All-Stars,
Unwound,
Inner City,
Brick,
R.M.O.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The American Breed,
the Germs,
The Buckinghams,
DJ Sneak,
Tomorrow,
Mary Jane Girls,
Icehouse,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.