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 Tajikistan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
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 rhodes 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 Porter Ricks 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Ludus,
Jandek,
The Invisible,
The Skatalites,
Livin' Joy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deadbeat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Görl,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang Green,
The Associates,
Tom Boy,
Aswad,
Rekid,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Stooges,
Desert Stars,
Moebius,
Theoretical Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soft Cell,
The Offenders,
Black Pus,
The Misunderstood,
Second Layer,
Cymande,
The Index,
Cameo,
Bill Wells,
The Divine Comedy,
Royal Trux,
Lou Christie,
Sam Rivers,
Gang of Four,
Thee Headcoats,
Absolute Body Control,
Niagra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Busters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Adolescents,
The Moleskins,
Hoover,
Skaos,
Ten City,
Pere Ubu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Matthew Halsall,
Aural Exciters,
Ituana,
Average White Band,
Sparks,
World's Most,
L. Decosne,
Newcleus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Q and Not U,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.