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 Greece and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Chrome to the crunk 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Robert Görl,
Can,
Ultimate Spinach,
Archie Shepp,
The Leaves,
Swell Maps,
Mantronix,
Jeff Lynne,
E-Dancer,
Warsaw,
The Litter,
Anakelly,
Jeff Mills,
Bootsy Collins,
Moebius,
EPMD,
Basic Channel,
Erasure,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joy Division,
Moss Icon,
Angry Samoans,
Man Eating Sloth,
F. McDonald,
JFA,
Trumans Water,
Joensuu 1685,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pere Ubu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fugs,
Derrick Morgan,
The Doors,
the Association,
Absolute Body Control,
The Black Dice,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nils Olav,
Kerri Chandler,
Infiniti,
Sparks,
Jacques Brel,
Lyres,
Agent Orange,
La Düsseldorf,
Henry Cow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scan 7,
Avey Tare,
Iggy Pop,
Von Mondo,
The Seeds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Techniques,
Unrelated Segments,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Flash Fearless,
Fear,
Delon & Dalcan,
Negative Approach,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.