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 Kyrgyzstan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Frankie Knuckles to the dance 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
The Litter,
Joy Division,
The Martian,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Von Mondo,
The Human League,
Eden Ahbez,
Blossom Toes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun Ra,
Nils Olav,
Black Flag,
Joensuu 1685,
Pharoah Sanders,
Con Funk Shun,
The Leaves,
Jeru the Damaja,
Model 500,
Ludus,
Lalann,
The Durutti Column,
Hoover,
Junior Murvin,
Deepchord,
Graham Central Station,
Brothers Johnson,
The Tremeloes,
Popol Vuh,
Supertramp,
Monks,
The Smoke,
Terrestrial Tones,
Newcleus,
Joyce Sims,
Scrapy,
The Residents,
Easy Going,
Agent Orange,
Soulsonic Force,
Desert Stars,
Groovy Waters,
Mark Hollis,
KRS-One,
Skaos,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Coltrane,
Basic Channel,
Soft Cell,
DNA,
Pagans,
The Smiths,
Godley & Creme,
Scientists,
Quadrant,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Names,
The New Christs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roxette,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.