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 Armenia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pussy Galore to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Negative Approach,
Crime,
Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young,
The Move,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wasted Youth,
The Trojans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Count Five,
Hardrive,
Danielle Patucci,
Barry Ungar,
Johnny Clarke,
DJ Style,
John Cale,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Urselle,
Nick Fraelich,
Little Man,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sam Rivers,
Jawbox,
Bob Dylan,
Swans,
Faust,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aswad,
Kerrie Biddell,
Donald Byrd,
The Leaves,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Susan Cadogan,
The Martian,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rekid,
Yellowson,
Nas,
Cymande,
Althea and Donna,
Fad Gadget,
Make Up,
Glenn Branca,
Qualms,
Whodini,
Johnny Osbourne,
Freddie Wadling,
Roxy Music,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Desert Stars,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hashim,
Josef K,
Tommy Roe,
Visage,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kayak,
E-Dancer,
The Golliwogs,
The Saints,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.