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 Madagascar and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare 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 Byron Stingily to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Drive Like Jehu,
David Bowie,
Liliput,
AZ,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Swans,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Toni Rubio,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Last Poets,
The Misunderstood,
The Five Americans,
The Smoke,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Letta Mbulu,
The Martian,
Rakim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cameo,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Techniques,
Brand Nubian,
Kas Product,
Interpol,
Malaria!,
June of 44,
Basic Channel,
Banda Bassotti,
F. McDonald,
The Neon Judgement,
Archie Shepp,
The Move,
Animal Collective,
Zapp,
Harry Pussy,
The Happenings,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Donald Byrd,
Slick Rick,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eden Ahbez,
Wire,
Derrick Morgan,
Marine Girls,
the Human League,
Morten Harket,
Bizarre Inc.,
Outsiders,
Byron Stingily,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fela Kuti,
Con Funk Shun,
Zero Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Skriet,
Frankie Knuckles,
Adolescents,
The Associates,
Eric Copeland,
Amon Düül,
8 Eyed Spy,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.