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 Finland and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 Radiohead to the rap 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Barry Ungar,
Bizarre Inc.,
Juan Atkins,
Connie Case,
Monolake,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Negative Approach,
The Beau Brummels,
Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joey Negro,
Nick Fraelich,
Adolescents,
The Smiths,
Jimmy McGriff,
Harmonia,
Spoonie Gee,
The Dead C,
Shoche,
Judy Mowatt,
The Flesh Eaters,
Blake Baxter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Black Dice,
Magma,
Intrusion,
Lalo Schifrin,
The United States of America,
Icehouse,
Masters at Work,
Sister Nancy,
JFA,
Andrew Hill,
Matthew Bourne,
Junior Murvin,
Barbara Tucker,
Slick Rick,
Sexual Harrassment,
Toni Rubio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Althea and Donna,
EPMD,
Cymande,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pylon,
The New Christs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Birthday Party,
Goldenarms,
Deepchord,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Thompson Twins,
Joe Finger,
Circle Jerks,
The Invisible,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wolf Eyes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.