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 China and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar 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 Marshall Jefferson to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Mission of Burma,
James Chance & The Contortions,
JFA,
Nation of Ulysses,
Agent Orange,
The Pretty Things,
Quadrant,
The Happenings,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yaz,
Andrew Hill,
Easy Going,
Sound Behaviour,
Deakin,
New Age Steppers,
The Smoke,
Sandy B,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ice-T,
Ituana,
Gang of Four,
The Fall,
Minny Pops,
Laurel Aitken,
Basic Channel,
The Walker Brothers,
Kool Moe Dee,
EPMD,
Don Cherry,
Pierre Henry,
PIL,
Masters at Work,
Todd Terry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Goldenarms,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
David Bowie,
Desert Stars,
Fad Gadget,
Arcadia,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cluster,
The Shadows of Knight,
F. McDonald,
Average White Band,
Fear,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pantaleimon,
Drexciya,
The J.B.'s,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Normal,
Mantronix,
Stereo Dub,
Tim Buckley,
Lyres,
Delta 5,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.