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 Suriname and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
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 synthesizer 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Donny Hathaway,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Kinks,
Reuben Wilson,
Mantronix,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Qualms,
Grey Daturas,
Bluetip,
Technova,
John Foxx,
Urselle,
The Black Dice,
Soft Cell,
Gastr Del Sol,
R.M.O.,
Inner City,
The Gladiators,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rosa Yemen,
Chrome,
K-Klass,
A Certain Ratio,
The New Christs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Slackers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sister Nancy,
The Litter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Magma,
Ultravox,
ABC,
Graham Central Station,
Angry Samoans,
Aural Exciters,
Vainqueur,
Unrelated Segments,
Jesper Dahlback,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
X-102,
Alice Coltrane,
Echospace,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gap Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pere Ubu,
Motorama,
Marvin Gaye,
The Raincoats,
Marmalade,
Hashim,
Tears for Fears,
Roy Ayers,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Byrd,
The Names,
The Busters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.