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 Morocco and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Dead C to the crunk 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Gang of Four,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Graham Central Station,
Accadde A,
The Flesh Eaters,
Outsiders,
Eli Mardock,
Model 500,
The Modern Lovers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nico,
Faust,
Erasure,
Khruangbin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Offenders,
Mandrill,
DNA,
Kas Product,
Danielle Patucci,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Los Fastidios,
Youth Brigade,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Stooges,
Mantronix,
The Happenings,
The Grass Roots,
Althea and Donna,
Guru Guru,
June of 44,
Monks,
Vladislav Delay,
K-Klass,
Audionom,
Sandy B,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alice Coltrane,
Supertramp,
Magma,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Country Teasers,
The Fall,
Eric Copeland,
The Names,
Black Flag,
ABC,
Gichy Dan,
Con Funk Shun,
Brick,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Foxx,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tres Demented,
Davy DMX,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.