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 Ethiopia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 New Age Steppers to the punk 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Lyres,
Funky Four + One,
Fat Boys,
Cluster,
Brand Nubian,
Monolake,
David McCallum,
Letta Mbulu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Outsiders,
Rufus Thomas,
The Slits,
Aaron Thompson,
Siglo XX,
The Barracudas,
The Star Department,
Amon Düül II,
Jacob Miller,
Section 25,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yusef Lateef,
Eurythmics,
A Certain Ratio,
Sister Nancy,
The Doors,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scientists,
Television Personalities,
Eddi Front,
Reagan Youth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Flag,
The Golliwogs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Make Up,
Junior Murvin,
Nick Fraelich,
This Heat,
Quadrant,
Jerry's Kids,
The Knickerbockers,
Sonic Youth,
The Blackbyrds,
48th St. Collective,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Little Man,
Crooked Eye,
Circle Jerks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lakeside,
Blossom Toes,
Stereo Dub,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Wake,
The Mojo Men,
The Kinks,
Black Moon,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.