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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 Nils Olav 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Jacob Miller,
Sonny Sharrock,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultra Naté,
Can,
Black Bananas,
Von Mondo,
Deakin,
Technova,
Aural Exciters,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Zeros,
B.T. Express,
The Blackbyrds,
David Axelrod,
Ronnie Foster,
The Happenings,
Rapeman,
Easy Going,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jawbox,
Camberwell Now,
Skaos,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Thompson Twins,
Pulsallama,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barbara Tucker,
Interpol,
Pantaleimon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Absolute Body Control,
The Count Five,
48th St. Collective,
Faraquet,
Laurel Aitken,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fugazi,
Public Enemy,
Man Parrish,
The Young Rascals,
Ice-T,
Average White Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Standells,
Simply Red,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Maurizio,
Bobby Womack,
Marine Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dual Sessions,
Heaven 17,
Basic Channel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Funky Four + One,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.