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 Dominica and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 JFA to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Coltrane,
Icehouse,
Cymande,
The Doobie Brothers,
Severed Heads,
Bill Wells,
The Invisible,
Lebanon Hanover,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camouflage,
Scientists,
Susan Cadogan,
Monks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Unwound,
Howard Jones,
Yaz,
The Mummies,
Carl Craig,
Neu!,
Eli Mardock,
Pet Shop Boys,
Metal Thangz,
Nils Olav,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang Starr,
Robert Hood,
Rotary Connection,
Harpers Bizarre,
Oneida,
Robert Görl,
Los Fastidios,
Chris & Cosey,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Reagan Youth,
Deepchord,
Michelle Simonal,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Vladislav Delay,
ABC,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fire Engines,
The Monochrome Set,
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter and Kerry,
Ossler,
The Velvet Underground,
Ronan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sarah Menescal,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Schoolly D,
Hardrive,
H. Thieme,
Crooked Eye,
Public Enemy,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.