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 Armenia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Franke,
Wolf Eyes,
Throbbing Gristle,
The American Breed,
Icehouse,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sex Pistols,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Robert Hood,
The Kinks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alison Limerick,
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crime,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Maleditus Sound,
Excepter,
Kurtis Blow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Michelle Simonal,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jerry's Kids,
the Fania All-Stars,
Youth Brigade,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Slits,
U.S. Maple,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fall,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Amon Düül II,
Crash Course in Science,
Angry Samoans,
The Beau Brummels,
Khruangbin,
Neil Young,
Marc Almond,
Desert Stars,
Audionom,
Josef K,
Iggy Pop,
Stiv Bators,
Judy Mowatt,
a-ha,
The Seeds,
The Invisible,
Black Bananas,
Avey Tare,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dennis Brown,
Dead Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
The Music Machine,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.