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 Macedonia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Birthday Party to the techno 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Surgeon,
Angry Samoans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Y Pants,
The Names,
Todd Terry,
Grauzone,
Porter Ricks,
Lucky Dragons,
Cluster,
The Fuzztones,
Carl Craig,
Panda Bear,
Little Man,
Max Romeo,
Franke,
Quando Quango,
Theoretical Girls,
ABBA,
The Blackbyrds,
Bush Tetras,
L. Decosne,
The Mojo Men,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Arthur Verocai,
The Gladiators,
Colin Newman,
a-ha,
Moebius,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Faraquet,
Thee Headcoats,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Guru Guru,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
Organ,
Chrome,
Soft Cell,
Spoonie Gee,
The Pop Group,
A Certain Ratio,
DJ Style,
Basic Channel,
Jandek,
James White and The Blacks,
Brick,
Radiohead,
Bootsy Collins,
Skriet,
Hashim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cramps,
The Pretty Things,
Jerry's Kids,
Severed Heads,
The Mummies,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.