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 Argentina and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Juan Atkins to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Cameo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Archie Shepp,
Pantaleimon,
Eden Ahbez,
Sugar Minott,
Soulsonic Force,
Throbbing Gristle,
Neil Young,
Warsaw,
Amon Düül,
The Searchers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Oneida,
Newcleus,
Lightning Bolt,
AZ,
Susan Cadogan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fatback Band,
John Holt,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Saints,
Hoover,
Matthew Bourne,
The Leaves,
Nirvana,
Main Source,
Jacob Miller,
Jandek,
The Golliwogs,
Delta 5,
The Walker Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
Mantronix,
Cymande,
Massinfluence,
Aaron Thompson,
Soft Cell,
Y Pants,
Marvin Gaye,
Robert Görl,
Blake Baxter,
Sam Rivers,
Terry Callier,
Jeff Lynne,
Reagan Youth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gories,
Bauhaus,
Animal Collective,
PIL,
Arcadia,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Young Rascals,
Arab on Radar,
Mark Hollis,
Janne Schatter,
Neu!,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.