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 Netherlands and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Theoretical Girls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pagans,
The Divine Comedy,
Peter & Gordon,
Joyce Sims,
Godley & Creme,
Animal Collective,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cymande,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Loose Ends,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dave Gahan,
Sixth Finger,
Aaron Thompson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Patti Smith,
Toni Rubio,
Derrick May,
Morten Harket,
Sam Rivers,
PIL,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Red Krayola,
The Moleskins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Selecter,
Oblivians,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Talk Talk,
Lightning Bolt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Dead C,
Ice-T,
Anthony Braxton,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pussy Galore,
The American Breed,
Dawn Penn,
Public Enemy,
Jeff Lynne,
The Star Department,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Oneida,
Tubeway Army,
B.T. Express,
Ultimate Spinach,
Slick Rick,
Duran Duran,
Electric Prunes,
Kas Product,
Pantaleimon,
The Toasters,
Gang Starr,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nation of Ulysses,
Donald Byrd,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Kinks,
The Walker Brothers,
Eddi Front,
Jeru the Damaja,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.