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 Guinea and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fall to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bad Manners,
D'Angelo,
Deakin,
Todd Terry,
The Buckinghams,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Severed Heads,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Matthew Halsall,
Warsaw,
Rod Modell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camberwell Now,
Essential Logic,
Suicide,
Boredoms,
Black Pus,
Blossom Toes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Schoolly D,
Agitation Free,
Technova,
The Monks,
the Human League,
The Human League,
Porter Ricks,
The Blackbyrds,
Gichy Dan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Slits,
Donny Hathaway,
LL Cool J,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Qualms,
DNA,
The Black Dice,
EPMD,
Half Japanese,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Move,
Reuben Wilson,
The Divine Comedy,
Chrome,
Tubeway Army,
Glambeats Corp.,
Index,
The Knickerbockers,
Pussy Galore,
Ludus,
Marvin Gaye,
The Busters,
Sun City Girls,
The American Breed,
Little Man,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Litter,
Agent Orange,
Albert Ayler,
The Vogues,
Kayak,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.