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 Djibouti and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Interpol to the techno 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
New Order,
Livin' Joy,
The Invisible,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joey Negro,
Skriet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Slave,
Tom Boy,
Los Fastidios,
Brothers Johnson,
DJ Style,
Kool Moe Dee,
R.M.O.,
The Victims,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minutemen,
Judy Mowatt,
Toni Rubio,
Robert Görl,
Jacob Miller,
10cc,
48th St. Collective,
Sonic Youth,
The Raincoats,
Mission of Burma,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
ABBA,
The Moody Blues,
The Vogues,
Flash Fearless,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Monks,
Black Pus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gong,
Sonny Sharrock,
Todd Rundgren,
Television,
The Seeds,
Dave Gahan,
The Motions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Busters,
The Smoke,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Man Parrish,
The Kinks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Althea and Donna,
Howard Jones,
U.S. Maple,
Susan Cadogan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Maleditus Sound,
Rod Modell,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.