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 South Sudan and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb 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 ABC to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
H. Thieme,
Lee Hazlewood,
Chrome,
Gang of Four,
Radiopuhelimet,
Vladislav Delay,
The Star Department,
Al Stewart,
Charles Mingus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Section 25,
The Fortunes,
kango's stein massive,
Trumans Water,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brass Construction,
The Gories,
Groovy Waters,
Eric Copeland,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Reagan Youth,
the Human League,
Wally Richardson,
Joensuu 1685,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Associates,
Thee Headcoats,
Stereo Dub,
The Pop Group,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Quantec,
Heaven 17,
Pharoah Sanders,
Popol Vuh,
Bill Near,
LL Cool J,
The Evens,
Skarface,
Delta 5,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pere Ubu,
Index,
Crooked Eye,
the Germs,
Derrick May,
Clear Light,
Janne Schatter,
Aural Exciters,
The Martian,
Henry Cow,
Moss Icon,
MC5,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Womack,
Niagra,
Matthew Bourne,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.