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 Rwanda and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tom Boy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Public Enemy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Piero Umiliani,
Flipper,
Colin Newman,
Susan Cadogan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Technova,
B.T. Express,
The Dave Clark Five,
Althea and Donna,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Funkadelic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rufus Thomas,
Jeff Mills,
Janne Schatter,
Tomorrow,
Stiv Bators,
Mr. Review,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Seeds,
Sarah Menescal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Accadde A,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crooked Eye,
The Modern Lovers,
Alison Limerick,
John Lydon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Faust,
The Happenings,
The Searchers,
Bobby Byrd,
The United States of America,
Vainqueur,
Audionom,
Bob Dylan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Moody Blues,
Warsaw,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Silicon Teens,
Gregory Isaacs,
Max Romeo,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cramps,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fortunes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Inner City,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Flag,
Lalann,
Arcadia,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.