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 Belize and from London.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Terrestrial Tones to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ 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 marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Iggy Pop,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kerrie Biddell,
Chris Corsano,
the Slits,
Alphaville,
F. McDonald,
Spandau Ballet,
Thee Headcoats,
Angry Samoans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dark Day,
Duran Duran,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Sonics,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bang On A Can,
Darondo,
Maurizio,
Girls At Our Best!,
Howard Jones,
The Selecter,
The Index,
X-101,
Model 500,
Joyce Sims,
Avey Tare,
Technova,
Robert Hood,
Jandek,
The Toasters,
Archie Shepp,
Ultravox,
The Fall,
Saccharine Trust,
John Holt,
Max Romeo,
The Black Dice,
The Birthday Party,
The Misunderstood,
Cluster,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Tremeloes,
Moby Grape,
Easy Going,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nico,
Ice-T,
Scan 7,
Tommy Roe,
Cheater Slicks,
Donny Hathaway,
John Foxx,
Kerri Chandler,
The Slits,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.