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 Slovenia and from Milan.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Babytalk to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
The Red Krayola,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blancmange,
Desert Stars,
The Standells,
Bobby Byrd,
Ohio Players,
Can,
Iggy Pop,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Moon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cluster,
Chrome,
AZ,
The Walker Brothers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Glenn Branca,
Stereo Dub,
Cybotron,
David Bowie,
Jawbox,
OOIOO,
Bush Tetras,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dennis Brown,
The Toasters,
Lower 48,
Cecil Taylor,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Robert Hood,
Malaria!,
Gong,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cymande,
Stetsasonic,
Panda Bear,
The Associates,
Piero Umiliani,
Angry Samoans,
The Sonics,
Japan,
Bauhaus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-Ray Spex,
The Vogues,
10cc,
Bobby Sherman,
Rotary Connection,
Agitation Free,
Gang of Four,
Matthew Bourne,
Pere Ubu,
The Raincoats,
Bad Manners,
Theoretical Girls,
The Mojo Men,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.