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 Benin and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator 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 Sonny Sharrock to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Faust,
Buzzcocks,
Patti Smith,
Saccharine Trust,
a-ha,
Los Fastidios,
Boredoms,
The Velvet Underground,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Niagra,
Flash Fearless,
Aural Exciters,
Chrome,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Echospace,
Yusef Lateef,
PIL,
Interpol,
Bluetip,
Delta 5,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Dirtbombs,
Pylon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Young Marble Giants,
Reuben Wilson,
Pantytec,
Ultra Naté,
Eric B and Rakim,
Darondo,
The Mummies,
Cal Tjader,
Ken Boothe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Seeds,
Frankie Knuckles,
Smog,
The Martian,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gabor Szabo,
Glenn Branca,
Schoolly D,
Can,
Swell Maps,
Pulsallama,
Shoche,
Crime,
Scott Walker,
Marshall Jefferson,
Technova,
The Victims,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Slits,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.