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 Moldova and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 ABC to the grime 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lungfish,
The Blues Magoos,
Avey Tare,
Moby Grape,
Thompson Twins,
Peter & Gordon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Funkadelic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Hashim,
The Velvet Underground,
Mark Hollis,
Fad Gadget,
Stiv Bators,
Sällskapet,
T.S.O.L.,
Half Japanese,
The Gap Band,
Pagans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Don Cherry,
K-Klass,
Echospace,
Gang Gang Dance,
Matthew Bourne,
Grauzone,
The American Breed,
The Mummies,
H. Thieme,
Depeche Mode,
Y Pants,
Jimmy McGriff,
Traffic Nightmare,
Los Fastidios,
The Real Kids,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fugs,
The Wake,
The Trojans,
Khruangbin,
Quantec,
Mary Jane Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Index,
Surgeon,
Black Flag,
Sight & Sound,
Pylon,
Flipper,
Alton Ellis,
In Retrospect,
Crooked Eye,
Graham Central Station,
Scrapy,
Prince Buster,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.