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 Belarus and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Make Up to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Outsiders,
Excepter,
X-Ray Spex,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Bananas,
Blossom Toes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Desert Stars,
Arcadia,
Ohio Players,
The Grass Roots,
Terry Callier,
The Knickerbockers,
Blancmange,
The Beau Brummels,
EPMD,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brass Construction,
Grey Daturas,
Frankie Knuckles,
ABBA,
Joyce Sims,
Black Sheep,
T.S.O.L.,
Ronan,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Japan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yellowson,
Animal Collective,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Los Fastidios,
Monks,
The Durutti Column,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Zapp,
The Blues Magoos,
Wings,
David Axelrod,
Scion,
The Five Americans,
Von Mondo,
The Fuzztones,
Gil Scott Heron,
Peter and Kerry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Last Poets,
Tubeway Army,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Throbbing Gristle,
Malaria!,
Rites of Spring,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mandrill,
Siglo XX,
Reuben Wilson,
Eddi Front,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.