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 Chad and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Qualms to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
FM Einheit,
Moby Grape,
Zapp,
Ronnie Foster,
the Human League,
The Raincoats,
The Selecter,
Kaleidoscope,
Chrome,
Bootsy Collins,
Connie Case,
Radio Birdman,
Roxette,
Delta 5,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nico,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scan 7,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Zeros,
Anakelly,
Agitation Free,
Niagra,
Bobby Byrd,
Talk Talk,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Quantec,
Yazoo,
Alphaville,
Flash Fearless,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Victims,
Scion,
Smog,
Rapeman,
Yellowson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Bar-Kays,
Y Pants,
The Dead C,
The Red Krayola,
Organ,
Lightning Bolt,
Judy Mowatt,
The Martian,
Loose Ends,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dave Gahan,
Vladislav Delay,
Kas Product,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Outsiders,
Basic Channel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.