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 Bahrain and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sam Rivers to the crunk 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
R.M.O.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kool Moe Dee,
Maurizio,
Sugar Minott,
Skarface,
Mr. Review,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Remains,
Donny Hathaway,
Crooked Eye,
a-ha,
Bootsy Collins,
Kenny Larkin,
Sun City Girls,
Lungfish,
Minutemen,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mantronix,
E-Dancer,
The Mummies,
Delta 5,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soft Machine,
Jandek,
Pulsallama,
the Human League,
Lakeside,
Kurtis Blow,
Sarah Menescal,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Motions,
Grauzone,
Sex Pistols,
Hot Snakes,
The New Christs,
Suicide,
Intrusion,
Mission of Burma,
Radio Birdman,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Magma,
The Dave Clark Five,
Agitation Free,
Groovy Waters,
Anthony Braxton,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lyres,
Minny Pops,
Whodini,
Technova,
John Foxx,
The Raincoats,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Circle Jerks,
Clear Light,
Minor Threat,
The Blues Magoos,
Dual Sessions,
Ultra Naté,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.