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 Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 New Age Steppers to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deakin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Archie Shepp,
Jerry's Kids,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Siglo XX,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rufus Thomas,
The Vogues,
Easy Going,
Yusef Lateef,
Minutemen,
Pagans,
Yazoo,
Hot Snakes,
Chris Corsano,
Sam Rivers,
the Germs,
Thee Headcoats,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fluxion,
The Dead C,
Bang On A Can,
DJ Style,
Boz Scaggs,
Scrapy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Josef K,
Kerrie Biddell,
X-101,
Swans,
Crime,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ice-T,
Lou Reed,
Janne Schatter,
Connie Case,
Gichy Dan,
Jandek,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Country Teasers,
The Last Poets,
EPMD,
The Happenings,
Depeche Mode,
Brick,
The Detroit Cobras,
Amon Düül,
Magazine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Young Marble Giants,
Harpers Bizarre,
Flash Fearless,
Blossom Toes,
The Techniques,
Hoover,
CMW,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lyres,
Amazonics,
Dennis Brown,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.