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 Singapore and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Glenn Branca to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed,
The Walker Brothers,
Camberwell Now,
Althea and Donna,
DJ Style,
Anthony Braxton,
Hoover,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cure,
Sparks,
The Moody Blues,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Easy Going,
Trumans Water,
Spandau Ballet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soulsonic Force,
Faraquet,
Junior Murvin,
Schoolly D,
Max Romeo,
John Coltrane,
Soft Cell,
Juan Atkins,
The Music Machine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bizarre Inc.,
Robert Görl,
Danielle Patucci,
Cybotron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
B.T. Express,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minny Pops,
Duran Duran,
Motorama,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Byrd,
The Sound,
Massinfluence,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Vogues,
The Happenings,
Technova,
the Association,
D'Angelo,
Todd Terry,
Bauhaus,
Negative Approach,
One Last Wish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Make Up,
Eric B and Rakim,
Isaac Hayes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rakim,
Los Fastidios,
Jawbox,
The Knickerbockers,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.