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 Cuba and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
MDC,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Slits,
Monks,
CMW,
Sugar Minott,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DNA,
Reuben Wilson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Donny Hathaway,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
China Crisis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Quantec,
Moss Icon,
Radiohead,
Intrusion,
Crash Course in Science,
Bush Tetras,
Motorama,
Groovy Waters,
The Busters,
Sandy B,
Tears for Fears,
Fela Kuti,
Sun Ra,
Glenn Branca,
Frankie Knuckles,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
K-Klass,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gap Band,
T. Rex,
Marshall Jefferson,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Soft Cell,
Marvin Gaye,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Flash Fearless,
Sonic Youth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lindisfarne,
Index,
June Days,
Cal Tjader,
Pere Ubu,
The Martian,
Shuggie Otis,
The Evens,
Junior Murvin,
Das Ding,
Symarip,
The Standells,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ten City,
Swell Maps,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Raincoats,
Ludus,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.