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 Mexico and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Donald Fagen 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 Public Image Ltd. to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Severed Heads,
Blancmange,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DNA,
Man Parrish,
Michelle Simonal,
Shoche,
The Fortunes,
Skaos,
Hot Snakes,
Goldenarms,
Mantronix,
kango's stein massive,
Amon Düül,
Kerrie Biddell,
Magma,
Camouflage,
Pantaleimon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Traffic Nightmare,
Suicide,
Yaz,
Moss Icon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Reuben Wilson,
The Seeds,
Bauhaus,
Rufus Thomas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Chris & Cosey,
Marvin Gaye,
Dave Gahan,
Gang of Four,
The Toasters,
Crime,
Joyce Sims,
Sam Rivers,
Black Moon,
Archie Shepp,
Aloha Tigers,
Derrick May,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mo-Dettes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Byron Stingily,
Grey Daturas,
Soul II Soul,
Bush Tetras,
Inner City,
Jawbox,
Electric Prunes,
Accadde A,
Sonic Youth,
Angry Samoans,
The Gap Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.