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 Czech Republic and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 Kevin Saunderson 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Pus,
MDC,
Aloha Tigers,
The Dead C,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Skarface,
Jeff Mills,
Chris & Cosey,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Moody Blues,
Zero Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
DJ Sneak,
a-ha,
Pulsallama,
Mantronix,
Patti Smith,
Warsaw,
Eli Mardock,
Oblivians,
Panda Bear,
Sound Behaviour,
Pole,
Max Romeo,
Section 25,
Michelle Simonal,
Agent Orange,
PIL,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Knickerbockers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Index,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lower 48,
The Standells,
Trumans Water,
Rapeman,
The Names,
Joey Negro,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Piero Umiliani,
The Wake,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Interpol,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
One Last Wish,
Eden Ahbez,
Skriet,
Fear,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Henry Cow,
Adolescents,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.