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 Togo and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Iggy Pop to the grunge 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Joe Smooth,
Lyres,
Niagra,
X-102,
June of 44,
Todd Terry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lungfish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bauhaus,
Lindisfarne,
Sällskapet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Television,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Sonics,
Mo-Dettes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Theoretical Girls,
the Human League,
R.M.O.,
Cluster,
Y Pants,
Au Pairs,
Scion,
Nirvana,
Yusef Lateef,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Christie,
Bill Near,
The Standells,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Swans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jacques Brel,
Marvin Gaye,
Deadbeat,
Pere Ubu,
T. Rex,
Jeff Mills,
Ken Boothe,
Slave,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Raincoats,
Soft Machine,
The Martian,
Unrelated Segments,
Arab on Radar,
Whodini,
Warren Ellis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Sound,
Rapeman,
Funky Four + One,
Parry Music,
Skriet,
Pierre Henry,
the Sonics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.