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 Latvia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
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 Captain Beefheart 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 Grauzone to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Faust,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Arcadia,
Neil Young,
Big Daddy Kane,
Q65,
The Young Rascals,
Isaac Hayes,
Mars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
AZ,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Coltrane,
Second Layer,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eden Ahbez,
The Trojans,
DJ Style,
Albert Ayler,
The Durutti Column,
Cheater Slicks,
Dave Gahan,
Cameo,
Newcleus,
The Monochrome Set,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gap Band,
Average White Band,
The Fortunes,
Quantec,
Rosa Yemen,
In Retrospect,
Nation of Ulysses,
Magma,
La Düsseldorf,
The Index,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Black Dice,
Al Stewart,
Delta 5,
Blancmange,
K-Klass,
Soul II Soul,
E-Dancer,
cv313,
Janne Schatter,
Donny Hathaway,
Magazine,
The Remains,
The Moody Blues,
Scott Walker,
Pussy Galore,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ronan,
The Pretty Things,
Eve St. Jones,
Public Enemy,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.