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 Thailand and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord 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 Suburban Knight to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Angry Samoans,
Zero Boys,
D'Angelo,
The Seeds,
Fluxion,
Shuggie Otis,
Half Japanese,
Pagans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Royal Trux,
La Düsseldorf,
Dark Day,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Grass Roots,
The Sonics,
The Durutti Column,
Prince Buster,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The J.B.'s,
Kas Product,
Los Fastidios,
Crime,
John Cale,
The Index,
The Doors,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Faraquet,
UT,
Motorama,
Metal Thangz,
Deadbeat,
The Raincoats,
Moebius,
Amon Düül,
The Knickerbockers,
The Toasters,
Rufus Thomas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Names,
The Remains,
Reuben Wilson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Peter & Gordon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Christie,
48th St. Collective,
DJ Sneak,
Crash Course in Science,
Delta 5,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Audionom,
Sällskapet,
Echospace,
Chris Corsano,
Yusef Lateef,
Ossler,
Unrelated Segments,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.