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 Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 David Bowie 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 Panda Bear to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Grauzone,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Vogues,
Scrapy,
Mission of Burma,
Lower 48,
Y Pants,
Stereo Dub,
Matthew Halsall,
Scratch Acid,
Jeff Mills,
Loose Ends,
Yaz,
Eric Dolphy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Theoretical Girls,
John Foxx,
Simply Red,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Invisible,
The Pretty Things,
Lungfish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Black Dice,
The Real Kids,
Cymande,
Mantronix,
Young Marble Giants,
Nico,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Association,
Hashim,
Barrington Levy,
Godley & Creme,
Japan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gap Band,
Cybotron,
Warsaw,
Kerrie Biddell,
DJ Sneak,
The Monks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
La Düsseldorf,
Jesper Dahlback,
David McCallum,
Hardrive,
Index,
ABBA,
Fad Gadget,
Rites of Spring,
Crooked Eye,
Alison Limerick,
OOIOO,
Heaven 17,
Brick,
Ronan,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.