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 Zambia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro 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 Audionom to the grime 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Accadde A,
Guru Guru,
New York Dolls,
Rekid,
Black Moon,
Patti Smith,
Kerri Chandler,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aloha Tigers,
Spoonie Gee,
Deakin,
a-ha,
The Searchers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Anakelly,
The Techniques,
The Monks,
Lucky Dragons,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Electric Prunes,
kango's stein massive,
Absolute Body Control,
Leonard Cohen,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Christie,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dave Gahan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tim Buckley,
John Cale,
Slick Rick,
Malaria!,
Yellowson,
Crime,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fad Gadget,
John Foxx,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stetsasonic,
Maurizio,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marvin Gaye,
The Moleskins,
The Misunderstood,
Grauzone,
Oblivians,
Loose Ends,
The Gladiators,
New Age Steppers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Toasters,
Toni Rubio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Shoche,
Robert Wyatt,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.