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 Norway and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 Das Ding to the dance 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
K-Klass,
Nation of Ulysses,
Slick Rick,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tim Buckley,
Junior Murvin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fad Gadget,
Main Source,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Reagan Youth,
Rosa Yemen,
Jimmy McGriff,
Spandau Ballet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scratch Acid,
Guru Guru,
Kaleidoscope,
Soft Machine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Stooges,
Erykah Badu,
Niagra,
Dual Sessions,
Roy Ayers,
Drexciya,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Warren Ellis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Absolute Body Control,
MC5,
Cal Tjader,
Sandy B,
L. Decosne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kenny Larkin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Harry Pussy,
Brand Nubian,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Golliwogs,
Eric Dolphy,
Soulsonic Force,
Minutemen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lower 48,
The Pop Group,
The Divine Comedy,
The Real Kids,
Judy Mowatt,
Technova,
U.S. Maple,
The Saints,
Ice-T,
Danielle Patucci,
R.M.O.,
Buzzcocks,
The Cure,
The Velvet Underground,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.