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 Qatar and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Roxy Music to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Bush Tetras,
The Pretty Things,
DJ Style,
Liliput,
Scan 7,
Section 25,
The Offenders,
Pantaleimon,
Minnie Riperton,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Man Parrish,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cure,
Faust,
Rod Modell,
Camouflage,
Television Personalities,
Joensuu 1685,
The Smiths,
Joey Negro,
Excepter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Flesh Eaters,
Morten Harket,
Icehouse,
Lalann,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tommy Roe,
Second Layer,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Maurizio,
Fugazi,
Matthew Halsall,
Das Ding,
L. Decosne,
Wolf Eyes,
Underground Resistance,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Robert Görl,
Cal Tjader,
David McCallum,
Spandau Ballet,
F. McDonald,
The Residents,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kerri Chandler,
The Motions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hot Snakes,
The Fall,
CMW,
Pole,
Model 500,
The Kinks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deakin,
Clear Light,
Judy Mowatt,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.