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 Luxembourg and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Juan Atkins to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
The Durutti Column,
Mo-Dettes,
Aural Exciters,
Qualms,
Deadbeat,
Kayak,
Neu!,
Average White Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Porter Ricks,
Marmalade,
Sarah Menescal,
Livin' Joy,
Grauzone,
The Wake,
Amazonics,
Mad Mike,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hot Snakes,
Whodini,
Nirvana,
The Motions,
Soulsonic Force,
The Human League,
Easy Going,
Aswad,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roy Ayers,
F. McDonald,
Derrick May,
Althea and Donna,
Scan 7,
The Cramps,
Siglo XX,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lightning Bolt,
Delta 5,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Angry Samoans,
Bluetip,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pylon,
Donald Byrd,
U.S. Maple,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Flamin' Groovies,
Warsaw,
Black Sheep,
Curtis Mayfield,
Maurizio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Slits,
Gichy Dan,
Anakelly,
Spoonie Gee,
Magma,
Theoretical Girls,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.