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 Argentina and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Holger Czukay 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 Soft Cell to the techno 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Jandek,
Ronnie Foster,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Five Americans,
48th St. Collective,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Barracudas,
Rekid,
Thee Headcoats,
Clear Light,
Yusef Lateef,
Lalann,
Los Fastidios,
The Birthday Party,
Stereo Dub,
Pantaleimon,
Bang On A Can,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alice Coltrane,
Sex Pistols,
Goldenarms,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deepchord,
The Dave Clark Five,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lyres,
Toni Rubio,
Davy DMX,
Suburban Knight,
The Index,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sun Ra,
Cameo,
Black Flag,
Franke,
The Fall,
Bauhaus,
K-Klass,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Visage,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yazoo,
The Victims,
Bill Wells,
Sugar Minott,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eddi Front,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
ABBA,
DNA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deadbeat,
Khruangbin,
LL Cool J,
Eurythmics,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.