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 Uzbekistan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 Aural Exciters to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord 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 oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Slits,
Yellowson,
James White and The Blacks,
The Beau Brummels,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Radiohead,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pantytec,
Jerry's Kids,
Cymande,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grey Daturas,
Deepchord,
Popol Vuh,
Mark Hollis,
Massinfluence,
Parry Music,
Mo-Dettes,
Quantec,
The Count Five,
Suicide,
The Angels of Light,
Pharoah Sanders,
Radiopuhelimet,
Procol Harum,
The Divine Comedy,
Alice Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Infiniti,
Echospace,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
R.M.O.,
Fugazi,
Half Japanese,
Deakin,
Rites of Spring,
La Düsseldorf,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
David Bowie,
Crash Course in Science,
Scratch Acid,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
MC5,
In Retrospect,
The United States of America,
Funkadelic,
Donald Byrd,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Lydon,
Moebius,
Bootsy Collins,
Depeche Mode,
OOIOO,
Colin Newman,
Nas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Josef K,
Bill Wells,
Make Up,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.