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 Benin and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Birthday Party to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Maurizio,
Marvin Gaye,
Boogie Down Productions,
Khruangbin,
the Association,
The Last Poets,
Ornette Coleman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Suicide,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jacob Miller,
Deepchord,
Vainqueur,
Von Mondo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Idris Muhammad,
Negative Approach,
Wally Richardson,
The Golliwogs,
Pussy Galore,
Ludus,
Nils Olav,
Lyres,
The Real Kids,
the Germs,
Rod Modell,
Excepter,
Rosa Yemen,
The Residents,
Grey Daturas,
Popol Vuh,
Intrusion,
Oblivians,
Iggy Pop,
Roxette,
Colin Newman,
The Moody Blues,
Duran Duran,
48th St. Collective,
Freddie Wadling,
Morten Harket,
Stetsasonic,
Heaven 17,
The Fire Engines,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
T.S.O.L.,
Matthew Bourne,
Stiv Bators,
The Angels of Light,
OOIOO,
Peter & Gordon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Kinks,
K-Klass,
Moebius,
Kool Moe Dee,
Parry Music,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tim Buckley,
the Slits,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.