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 Sudan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Reuben Wilson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Pierre Henry,
The Birthday Party,
Hasil Adkins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Warsaw,
Cluster,
Darondo,
Thee Headcoats,
Minor Threat,
Warren Ellis,
Liliput,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dark Day,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Godley & Creme,
Metal Thangz,
the Normal,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lou Reed,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kenny Larkin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jandek,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brand Nubian,
the Slits,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fortunes,
Can,
Boogie Down Productions,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Monks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fatback Band,
The Gun Club,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sound Behaviour,
Roy Ayers,
Ossler,
Hashim,
Rosa Yemen,
Soft Machine,
The Pretty Things,
The Sonics,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jerry's Kids,
Y Pants,
Kevin Saunderson,
Chris Corsano,
The Cowsills,
Agitation Free,
The Slits,
Lucky Dragons,
Alphaville,
Stetsasonic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.