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 Haiti and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 Joensuu 1685 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Chris & Cosey,
The Real Kids,
Deepchord,
Neil Young,
Kayak,
June Days,
Moebius,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pussy Galore,
La Düsseldorf,
Circle Jerks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Glenn Branca,
Fugazi,
Youth Brigade,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eric Dolphy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Vainqueur,
Roy Ayers,
Erykah Badu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Oblivians,
PIL,
Altered Images,
Yazoo,
Lou Reed,
Monks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Letta Mbulu,
The Moleskins,
Prince Buster,
X-Ray Spex,
the Soft Cell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Newcleus,
The Dead C,
Barry Ungar,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Names,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minutemen,
Animal Collective,
Gil Scott Heron,
Angry Samoans,
The Angels of Light,
Marc Almond,
David Bowie,
Khruangbin,
The Skatalites,
Massinfluence,
Roxette,
Main Source,
Minny Pops,
Kurtis Blow,
Cybotron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Interpol,
Michelle Simonal,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.