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 Jordan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Wally Richardson to the dance 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Delon & Dalcan,
Livin' Joy,
Derrick May,
Fad Gadget,
The Residents,
AZ,
Harmonia,
Byron Stingily,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Germs,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Hutcherson,
David Bowie,
UT,
Aaron Thompson,
Al Stewart,
The Monks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Black Dice,
Mars,
Gastr Del Sol,
Metal Thangz,
Bang On A Can,
Brothers Johnson,
Essential Logic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Half Japanese,
Darondo,
The Red Krayola,
the Slits,
Peter and Kerry,
Maurizio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Zeros,
Neu!,
The Velvet Underground,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sällskapet,
Boz Scaggs,
Archie Shepp,
The Walker Brothers,
The Birthday Party,
Model 500,
Deakin,
kango's stein massive,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sight & Sound,
Glenn Branca,
The Cramps,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang Starr,
The Blackbyrds,
The Human League,
The Pretty Things,
Delta 5,
Marine Girls,
Lou Reed,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.