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 Bulgaria and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron 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 ABC to the techno 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Derrick May,
It's A Beautiful Day,
F. McDonald,
The Trojans,
Quantec,
The Mummies,
Goldenarms,
Sarah Menescal,
The Doors,
The Fortunes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gong,
Absolute Body Control,
MC5,
Kenny Larkin,
X-102,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Henry Cow,
Morten Harket,
Deadbeat,
Moby Grape,
Mandrill,
Fela Kuti,
Neu!,
June Days,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Slick Rick,
The Happenings,
X-101,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tears for Fears,
Rod Modell,
The Standells,
Scion,
K-Klass,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gap Band,
Reagan Youth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Depeche Mode,
The Knickerbockers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rhythm & Sound,
Minor Threat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soulsonic Force,
The Grass Roots,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Coltrane,
JFA,
The Motions,
KRS-One,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.