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 Laos and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Silicon Teens to the dance 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Terry Callier,
Magma,
Leonard Cohen,
Livin' Joy,
Con Funk Shun,
Flash Fearless,
Nas,
Jerry's Kids,
Eve St. Jones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Echospace,
Scan 7,
MDC,
Pierre Henry,
The Birthday Party,
Derrick May,
Cymande,
DJ Sneak,
Funkadelic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The J.B.'s,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roxy Music,
Moby Grape,
Masters at Work,
World's Most,
Soft Cell,
Dave Gahan,
Ossler,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Essential Logic,
Suicide,
The Star Department,
Grauzone,
48th St. Collective,
Brick,
Colin Newman,
Matthew Bourne,
Subhumans,
Harry Pussy,
DJ Style,
The Sound,
Groovy Waters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Don Cherry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Swell Maps,
John Cale,
Black Flag,
R.M.O.,
Eurythmics,
The Slits,
Gichy Dan,
Eli Mardock,
Panda Bear,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Vogues,
Hashim,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.