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 Korea North and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Icehouse to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ituana,
Accadde A,
Ice-T,
Metal Thangz,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Blackbyrds,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tubeway Army,
The Misunderstood,
The Durutti Column,
The Real Kids,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pierre Henry,
Rufus Thomas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Siglo XX,
Jerry's Kids,
Vainqueur,
Thee Headcoats,
Minutemen,
Dave Gahan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minor Threat,
the Germs,
Depeche Mode,
The Alarm Clocks,
Spoonie Gee,
The Pretty Things,
Nas,
Babytalk,
The Blues Magoos,
Pharoah Sanders,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Prince Buster,
Glenn Branca,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gladiators,
Unwound,
B.T. Express,
Davy DMX,
Blake Baxter,
JFA,
The Fortunes,
Don Cherry,
Royal Trux,
Supertramp,
Mad Mike,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sonic Youth,
Deakin,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cramps,
Wasted Youth,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.