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 Brunei and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kevin Saunderson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Wally Richardson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Swans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
KRS-One,
A Certain Ratio,
Marcia Griffiths,
Howard Jones,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ornette Coleman,
Don Cherry,
Patti Smith,
B.T. Express,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dual Sessions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sonic Youth,
The Five Americans,
Deadbeat,
Clear Light,
Smog,
MDC,
Nico,
Nils Olav,
Piero Umiliani,
Peter & Gordon,
The Sonics,
ABC,
Organ,
Oneida,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang Green,
One Last Wish,
The American Breed,
Minny Pops,
The Victims,
Kaleidoscope,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cramps,
Sällskapet,
Silicon Teens,
Make Up,
The Blues Magoos,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Normal,
Alice Coltrane,
Bad Manners,
The Velvet Underground,
Nirvana,
The Motions,
Kerri Chandler,
Drive Like Jehu,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Invisible,
Ossler,
Black Bananas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.