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 Tunisia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator 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 Sex Pistols to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Nas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Robert Hood,
Donald Byrd,
Terry Callier,
Tears for Fears,
Mandrill,
Los Fastidios,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nico,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Half Japanese,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marmalade,
Eric Dolphy,
Rapeman,
Pantaleimon,
Gang Starr,
James White and The Blacks,
Infiniti,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Remains,
Marc Almond,
Jerry's Kids,
The Stooges,
K-Klass,
Camberwell Now,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tubeway Army,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ituana,
Malaria!,
Janne Schatter,
Hashim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yellowson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joe Finger,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Unwound,
Alphaville,
Johnny Osbourne,
Harmonia,
L. Decosne,
Neil Young,
X-101,
Outsiders,
Cymande,
Tim Buckley,
The Beau Brummels,
Roxette,
Connie Case,
The Associates,
the Normal,
Kenny Larkin,
Gichy Dan,
EPMD,
Throbbing Gristle,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wasted Youth,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.