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 Palau and from Copenhagen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin 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 Tropical Tobacco to the grime 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Pagans,
Sight & Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Todd Terry,
The Moody Blues,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barbara Tucker,
Juan Atkins,
Oblivians,
Pierre Henry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Magazine,
Mandrill,
Maleditus Sound,
Darondo,
Scan 7,
Sam Rivers,
Radiohead,
Patti Smith,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Mummies,
Skarface,
Archie Shepp,
Moss Icon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dawn Penn,
Todd Rundgren,
Godley & Creme,
The Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
Thompson Twins,
The Saints,
Joensuu 1685,
Jeff Mills,
Severed Heads,
The Velvet Underground,
Slave,
The Black Dice,
the Fania All-Stars,
Whodini,
The Fuzztones,
Graham Central Station,
Marc Almond,
The Invisible,
The Litter,
Surgeon,
Agent Orange,
Peter and Kerry,
This Heat,
Derrick May,
Al Stewart,
Monks,
Eden Ahbez,
Sound Behaviour,
FM Einheit,
Jacques Brel,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.