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 the UAE and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Ronnie Foster,
Gichy Dan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dirtbombs,
Sister Nancy,
Minny Pops,
Peter and Kerry,
Sun City Girls,
the Slits,
Max Romeo,
Dual Sessions,
June Days,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sixth Finger,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jeru the Damaja,
KRS-One,
MDC,
Camouflage,
Rod Modell,
Andrew Hill,
The Gories,
Zero Boys,
Bill Wells,
Aswad,
The Moody Blues,
Ludus,
Buzzcocks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kenny Larkin,
Funky Four + One,
Harmonia,
The American Breed,
Barrington Levy,
Quadrant,
The Detroit Cobras,
Robert Görl,
Audionom,
Organ,
Livin' Joy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Model 500,
The Fire Engines,
Brick,
Ituana,
John Lydon,
Scratch Acid,
Rotary Connection,
a-ha,
Barclay James Harvest,
Amon Düül,
Television Personalities,
Glenn Branca,
Delta 5,
Yaz,
Robert Wyatt,
Joensuu 1685,
Marvin Gaye,
Nils Olav,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.