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 Kiribati and from New York.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb 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 X-101 to the electroclash 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Angry Samoans,
Godley & Creme,
Black Sheep,
Dave Gahan,
Deakin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Judy Mowatt,
X-101,
Man Parrish,
Andrew Hill,
The Modern Lovers,
Juan Atkins,
Khruangbin,
Theoretical Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Coltrane,
The Dead C,
a-ha,
Carl Craig,
Grandmaster Flash,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Grass Roots,
Roxy Music,
Archie Shepp,
Aaron Thompson,
Joey Negro,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lalann,
The Flesh Eaters,
Janne Schatter,
Steve Hackett,
Marshall Jefferson,
David Axelrod,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang Gang Dance,
Shoche,
The Busters,
PIL,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Walker Brothers,
T. Rex,
The Techniques,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
New Order,
The Count Five,
Los Fastidios,
The Golliwogs,
Freddie Wadling,
Flipper,
Model 500,
H. Thieme,
Dual Sessions,
Gang of Four,
Unrelated Segments,
Chrome,
MDC,
Barrington Levy,
Wings,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scratch Acid,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.