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 Syria and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Flipper to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Michelle Simonal,
Derrick May,
Black Flag,
The Star Department,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Human League,
Suburban Knight,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Zeros,
Minutemen,
Todd Terry,
Brand Nubian,
Eli Mardock,
Lyres,
ABC,
The J.B.'s,
New Age Steppers,
Carl Craig,
Amon Düül II,
Moebius,
Neil Young,
Curtis Mayfield,
Underground Resistance,
Theoretical Girls,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed,
The Cowsills,
Moss Icon,
X-Ray Spex,
X-101,
Darondo,
The Slits,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jandek,
June of 44,
Circle Jerks,
Aural Exciters,
Au Pairs,
The Real Kids,
Second Layer,
Von Mondo,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Wake,
Davy DMX,
Laurel Aitken,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Heaven 17,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Birthday Party,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Johnny Clarke,
Schoolly D,
The Seeds,
Suicide,
The Doobie Brothers,
Zapp,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.