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 Chile and from Delhi.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Public Image Ltd. to the jazz 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alison Limerick,
Rakim,
Cymande,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bauhaus,
Anakelly,
Chris Corsano,
Quadrant,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Reed,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Max Romeo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marvin Gaye,
Arcadia,
Half Japanese,
X-Ray Spex,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rites of Spring,
The Fall,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Harpers Bizarre,
Agitation Free,
Das Ding,
Barclay James Harvest,
Thompson Twins,
Little Man,
The Index,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Television,
EPMD,
Sonic Youth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Velvet Underground,
Los Fastidios,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dennis Brown,
Marcia Griffiths,
Symarip,
MDC,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Throbbing Gristle,
a-ha,
The Names,
Rekid,
Kas Product,
Animal Collective,
The Victims,
Can,
Moby Grape,
In Retrospect,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang Starr,
Nik Kershaw,
Howard Jones,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.