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 Ghana and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eric B and Rakim to the grime 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Fear,
Delon & Dalcan,
MDC,
Gang Gang Dance,
Terry Callier,
The Martian,
Symarip,
Funkadelic,
The Invisible,
Tom Boy,
Subhumans,
Faraquet,
Chris Corsano,
Ronan,
Aaron Thompson,
Wolf Eyes,
Cybotron,
Dark Day,
Wire,
Harry Pussy,
Isaac Hayes,
Magma,
The Stooges,
Pet Shop Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Surgeon,
Kaleidoscope,
Juan Atkins,
Lyres,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Last Poets,
Pere Ubu,
Buzzcocks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soul II Soul,
Lalann,
Suicide,
Hardrive,
Henry Cow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Shoche,
Toni Rubio,
Khruangbin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rekid,
Accadde A,
Second Layer,
Jesper Dahlback,
Skaos,
Motorama,
Reuben Wilson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nik Kershaw,
Pole,
Letta Mbulu,
Sex Pistols,
Rufus Thomas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.