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 Slovenia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 the Association to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Derrick Morgan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Robert Hood,
Swell Maps,
Stetsasonic,
Faust,
Pagans,
These Immortal Souls,
Tommy Roe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
D'Angelo,
Minny Pops,
The Dirtbombs,
UT,
Public Enemy,
Groovy Waters,
Danielle Patucci,
Rakim,
The Blues Magoos,
Reagan Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
Pole,
Flamin' Groovies,
OOIOO,
Von Mondo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Warren Ellis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Panda Bear,
John Coltrane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Avey Tare,
Black Sheep,
The Fuzztones,
Severed Heads,
Sonic Youth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Negative Approach,
Stiv Bators,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Neu!,
James White and The Blacks,
Yellowson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deepchord,
KRS-One,
New Order,
Hasil Adkins,
Monolake,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Neon Judgement,
Bluetip,
Brand Nubian,
Q and Not U,
Aloha Tigers,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.