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 Cambodia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Radiopuhelimet to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nirvana,
Panda Bear,
Pulsallama,
Q and Not U,
Khruangbin,
Minny Pops,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Danielle Patucci,
Tom Boy,
Lalann,
Flash Fearless,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kaleidoscope,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kerri Chandler,
Sandy B,
Fela Kuti,
Ultravox,
Sam Rivers,
Barbara Tucker,
The J.B.'s,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Music Machine,
Model 500,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fluxion,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
X-101,
X-102,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
FM Einheit,
The Motions,
a-ha,
Masters at Work,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Thompson Twins,
John Coltrane,
Suicide,
The Fire Engines,
The Detroit Cobras,
Oblivians,
KRS-One,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Smog,
Cybotron,
MDC,
Scott Walker,
Steve Hackett,
Quadrant,
Au Pairs,
Mad Mike,
Nils Olav,
Black Sheep,
The Remains,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deadbeat,
Lower 48,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.