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 Latvia and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
The Gladiators,
Kas Product,
Jawbox,
Leonard Cohen,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cramps,
Public Enemy,
Pole,
Wire,
Section 25,
Essential Logic,
Lalann,
Bauhaus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Christie,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Harpers Bizarre,
Suburban Knight,
Cheater Slicks,
June Days,
the Fania All-Stars,
Junior Murvin,
Davy DMX,
MC5,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Girls At Our Best!,
Swell Maps,
Magma,
Amon Düül II,
The Remains,
Kurtis Blow,
New York Dolls,
Black Sheep,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Unrelated Segments,
Malaria!,
a-ha,
Rapeman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Leaves,
Stereo Dub,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Standells,
Wolf Eyes,
The Detroit Cobras,
EPMD,
Loose Ends,
Josef K,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Vogues,
Clear Light,
The Monks,
The Fortunes,
The Slits,
The Raincoats,
Ice-T,
Silicon Teens,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barrington Levy,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.