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 Bhutan and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Underground Resistance to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sugar Minott,
Sonic Youth,
La Düsseldorf,
Radiopuhelimet,
Underground Resistance,
Rosa Yemen,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nik Kershaw,
Ornette Coleman,
Theoretical Girls,
Duran Duran,
CMW,
Michelle Simonal,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Moebius,
Sly & The Family Stone,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Soft Cell,
Pylon,
The Techniques,
DNA,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Skriet,
The Black Dice,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minutemen,
Rod Modell,
The Evens,
Alton Ellis,
Public Enemy,
Terry Callier,
Scan 7,
Rakim,
Joe Finger,
Thee Headcoats,
U.S. Maple,
the Germs,
PIL,
Terrestrial Tones,
Moss Icon,
Fela Kuti,
Kenny Larkin,
The Electric Prunes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Loose Ends,
Japan,
Intrusion,
Camberwell Now,
The Misunderstood,
Reuben Wilson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sarah Menescal,
The Barracudas,
Young Marble Giants,
The Dirtbombs,
Banda Bassotti,
Cecil Taylor,
Ten City,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.