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 Russia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 David Bowie 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 Animal Collective to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Sugar Minott,
Shuggie Otis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bootsy Collins,
Agitation Free,
Tubeway Army,
In Retrospect,
Anakelly,
The Remains,
Skriet,
Shoche,
The Five Americans,
Rekid,
Boredoms,
Carl Craig,
Gong,
Cluster,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Walker Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
Ten City,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Sherman,
Barrington Levy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Letta Mbulu,
Eve St. Jones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eden Ahbez,
The Zeros,
Joe Finger,
Half Japanese,
Howard Jones,
Danielle Patucci,
Maleditus Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Byron Stingily,
David Bowie,
Crooked Eye,
Young Marble Giants,
Bauhaus,
Todd Terry,
Eddi Front,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
CMW,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jacques Brel,
Dave Gahan,
The Gladiators,
Kurtis Blow,
Wasted Youth,
The Cowsills,
Q and Not U,
Leonard Cohen,
Juan Atkins,
Fugazi,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.