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 Mauritania and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Swans to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Babytalk,
Blossom Toes,
Charles Mingus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
CMW,
Brass Construction,
Newcleus,
Cameo,
Cluster,
Pantaleimon,
Skarface,
Roxy Music,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Agitation Free,
Danielle Patucci,
Amon Düül,
Davy DMX,
Prince Buster,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Red Krayola,
New York Dolls,
Nirvana,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bootsy Collins,
The Mojo Men,
R.M.O.,
a-ha,
The Electric Prunes,
Janne Schatter,
Grauzone,
Organ,
Kas Product,
Q65,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Loose Ends,
T. Rex,
The Fortunes,
Magma,
Mad Mike,
Bush Tetras,
Sugar Minott,
Sex Pistols,
Soft Machine,
Iggy Pop,
Ornette Coleman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Technova,
Al Stewart,
The Tremeloes,
The Buckinghams,
Negative Approach,
The Gun Club,
Trumans Water,
Wings,
Siglo XX,
Colin Newman,
Los Fastidios,
Interpol,
Arthur Verocai,
Soul II Soul,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.