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 Kuwait and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum 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 Rites of Spring to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Magma,
Angry Samoans,
ABC,
The Trojans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Boogie Down Productions,
Amon Düül,
June Days,
Gabor Szabo,
Boredoms,
MC5,
Delta 5,
H. Thieme,
Unwound,
The Human League,
Joe Finger,
Wolf Eyes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minny Pops,
The Neon Judgement,
Peter & Gordon,
Mars,
June of 44,
Black Sheep,
Skriet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Remains,
Masters at Work,
Erykah Badu,
Mission of Burma,
Gong,
The Angels of Light,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lyres,
The Cramps,
48th St. Collective,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Von Mondo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barry Ungar,
Henry Cow,
Curtis Mayfield,
Talk Talk,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aswad,
The Motions,
John Coltrane,
Barrington Levy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Adolescents,
LL Cool J,
Lightning Bolt,
Camouflage,
Grauzone,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bill Near,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Reagan Youth,
Roger Hodgson,
Roxy Music,
Blossom Toes,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.