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 China and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gil Scott Heron to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Severed Heads,
Panda Bear,
The Seeds,
Flipper,
Kevin Saunderson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sparks,
The Divine Comedy,
New Age Steppers,
The Dirtbombs,
Sugar Minott,
Kaleidoscope,
Infiniti,
Fear,
Agent Orange,
Wire,
Rapeman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
La Düsseldorf,
Joyce Sims,
The Zeros,
John Lydon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nils Olav,
Brass Construction,
Icehouse,
Janne Schatter,
Spandau Ballet,
Matthew Halsall,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Thee Headcoats,
Moby Grape,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sällskapet,
Fat Boys,
B.T. Express,
Minor Threat,
The Names,
The Invisible,
F. McDonald,
The Victims,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Busters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Flash Fearless,
The Index,
Bang On A Can,
Man Parrish,
Rotary Connection,
Jacob Miller,
Bauhaus,
Cybotron,
Dave Gahan,
Franke,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
MDC,
X-101,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.