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 Turkmenistan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Skriet to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Sun City Girls,
Joe Smooth,
Joe Finger,
Josef K,
Curtis Mayfield,
Duran Duran,
Scientists,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Letta Mbulu,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gap Band,
Morten Harket,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Public Enemy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Darondo,
Popol Vuh,
Skriet,
Rakim,
The Happenings,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hot Snakes,
Surgeon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kaleidoscope,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fuzztones,
Cecil Taylor,
The Mojo Men,
The Offenders,
Spandau Ballet,
The New Christs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ralphi Rosario,
PIL,
Desert Stars,
Aural Exciters,
The Residents,
Pole,
The Vogues,
Sandy B,
Gang Gang Dance,
Negative Approach,
Moebius,
Newcleus,
Kenny Larkin,
Fat Boys,
Oblivians,
The Doobie Brothers,
Los Fastidios,
The Misunderstood,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultra Naté,
Angry Samoans,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.