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 East Timor and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Panda Bear to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mark Hollis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
U.S. Maple,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soul II Soul,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Josef K,
The Slackers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nirvana,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bill Wells,
The Young Rascals,
The Real Kids,
Pagans,
Porter Ricks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dorothy Ashby,
Colin Newman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Soft Cell,
Arthur Verocai,
Carl Craig,
Liliput,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Amon Düül,
Blake Baxter,
Harmonia,
Eli Mardock,
The Motions,
MC5,
Davy DMX,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Chris & Cosey,
The Star Department,
PIL,
Black Pus,
The Associates,
Talk Talk,
Thompson Twins,
Connie Case,
Funkadelic,
The Invisible,
La Düsseldorf,
Eve St. Jones,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rufus Thomas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marshall Jefferson,
Q and Not U,
Fear,
T. Rex,
Whodini,
Nik Kershaw,
Kaleidoscope,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Man Parrish,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.