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 Kyrgyzstan and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Cabaret Voltaire 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Guru Guru,
Suburban Knight,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultra Naté,
Derrick Morgan,
Minutemen,
The Techniques,
The Detroit Cobras,
Harry Pussy,
Supertramp,
Cal Tjader,
Sonic Youth,
Schoolly D,
Andrew Hill,
Trumans Water,
The Kinks,
The Smoke,
Underground Resistance,
Aswad,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hardrive,
The Selecter,
Panda Bear,
Outsiders,
The Grass Roots,
Hashim,
These Immortal Souls,
D'Angelo,
Bill Near,
Minnie Riperton,
Yellowson,
The Victims,
E-Dancer,
Grauzone,
Ronnie Foster,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cure,
Bobby Sherman,
Vainqueur,
The Slits,
AZ,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Womack,
T. Rex,
ABC,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Half Japanese,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sound Behaviour,
Flamin' Groovies,
Big Daddy Kane,
Graham Central Station,
Delta 5,
Deakin,
Ice-T,
Judy Mowatt,
Joensuu 1685,
Massinfluence,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cymande,
The Black Dice,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.