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 Sweden and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
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 rhodes 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 Qualms to the techno 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Human League,
Kool Moe Dee,
Niagra,
Rites of Spring,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
ABBA,
The Electric Prunes,
Tears for Fears,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Moody Blues,
The Fuzztones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Half Japanese,
Altered Images,
Nas,
Deadbeat,
Maurizio,
Soft Cell,
the Human League,
Los Fastidios,
Warren Ellis,
Scrapy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Chrome,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
T. Rex,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rufus Thomas,
The Grass Roots,
Sugar Minott,
Audionom,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Walker Brothers,
Spoonie Gee,
Delta 5,
The Zeros,
R.M.O.,
Flamin' Groovies,
Maleditus Sound,
Ponytail,
MC5,
Sarah Menescal,
Fugazi,
E-Dancer,
Mars,
Echospace,
the Bar-Kays,
The Slits,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Flipper,
The Saints,
John Lydon,
U.S. Maple,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.