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 Afghanistan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 Hardrive to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Boredoms,
Arcadia,
The Count Five,
Fad Gadget,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Saints,
Bobby Womack,
The Young Rascals,
Lakeside,
Gang of Four,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joe Finger,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Newcleus,
Grey Daturas,
Johnny Clarke,
Sixth Finger,
The Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
Frankie Knuckles,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Black Dice,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Average White Band,
Darondo,
Second Layer,
Animal Collective,
The Divine Comedy,
Radiohead,
Lightning Bolt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wire,
Aloha Tigers,
The Smiths,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barry Ungar,
Scan 7,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pole,
the Germs,
kango's stein massive,
Terrestrial Tones,
Skarface,
The Residents,
ABC,
Nils Olav,
The Buckinghams,
Kaleidoscope,
Parry Music,
Swell Maps,
Pagans,
a-ha,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sister Nancy,
Altered Images,
The Music Machine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.