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 Vanuatu and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
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 harpsichord 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 Essential Logic to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars 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?
Cymande,
Pussy Galore,
Letta Mbulu,
Essential Logic,
The Angels of Light,
Anakelly,
Absolute Body Control,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stetsasonic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Names,
DJ Sneak,
Jeff Mills,
FM Einheit,
Rosa Yemen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oblivians,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Lydon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Basic Channel,
The Seeds,
ABBA,
The Mummies,
Wasted Youth,
Minor Threat,
Vladislav Delay,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Magazine,
Nils Olav,
Blake Baxter,
Eddi Front,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Golliwogs,
Eric Dolphy,
The Busters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rufus Thomas,
Aaron Thompson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fluxion,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Wake,
a-ha,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Blues Magoos,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dave Gahan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Moby Grape,
Sun Ra,
Terry Callier,
The Fuzztones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joe Smooth,
The Red Krayola,
Easy Going,
Bobby Womack,
PIL,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.