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 Suriname and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Wire to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Franke,
Monolake,
Eric Copeland,
Marine Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Easy Going,
Jeff Lynne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Q and Not U,
the Normal,
Robert Görl,
The Techniques,
The Cure,
Godley & Creme,
Skaos,
Albert Ayler,
Fear,
Public Enemy,
The Invisible,
Avey Tare,
Mission of Burma,
Byron Stingily,
Unwound,
Minor Threat,
Heaven 17,
Kurtis Blow,
K-Klass,
Wasted Youth,
Sex Pistols,
Quando Quango,
Deakin,
James White and The Blacks,
Schoolly D,
The Leaves,
The Litter,
Patti Smith,
The Zeros,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Monks,
The Associates,
Laurel Aitken,
Los Fastidios,
Rekid,
The Divine Comedy,
the Soft Cell,
Juan Atkins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rosa Yemen,
Surgeon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Underground Resistance,
Inner City,
Neu!,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Starr,
Delta 5,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Loose Ends,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.