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 Latvia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe 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 Panda Bear to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
These Immortal Souls,
Susan Cadogan,
Lyres,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Human League,
Hot Snakes,
Sonic Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pussy Galore,
Harry Pussy,
DJ Sneak,
the Association,
Crispian St. Peters,
Little Man,
X-101,
Rufus Thomas,
Warren Ellis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soulsonic Force,
The Electric Prunes,
Toni Rubio,
Pierre Henry,
Desert Stars,
PIL,
The Doobie Brothers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Happenings,
The Moleskins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gories,
Mark Hollis,
T.S.O.L.,
the Sonics,
Scan 7,
Thee Headcoats,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Evens,
The Martian,
The Fortunes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nirvana,
Hashim,
Soft Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Zeros,
Bluetip,
AZ,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joe Finger,
Yazoo,
Tom Boy,
Jeff Lynne,
The Move,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minutemen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.