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 Gabon and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 The American Breed to the dance 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Sarah Menescal,
Bluetip,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
In Retrospect,
Essential Logic,
Hardrive,
Arthur Verocai,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wally Richardson,
Cal Tjader,
Nik Kershaw,
Lightning Bolt,
The Pop Group,
Mission of Burma,
Agitation Free,
New Age Steppers,
Pantaleimon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soulsonic Force,
Qualms,
Shuggie Otis,
The Remains,
Roxette,
La Düsseldorf,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grey Daturas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Whodini,
The Flesh Eaters,
Procol Harum,
Metal Thangz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Donald Byrd,
Model 500,
China Crisis,
Little Man,
Fela Kuti,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Slackers,
DNA,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Litter,
The Modern Lovers,
A Certain Ratio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arcadia,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Unrelated Segments,
48th St. Collective,
The Blues Magoos,
Rod Modell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Janne Schatter,
Surgeon,
Franke,
Simply Red,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gories,
Dead Boys,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.