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 Mauritania and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes 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 Cybotron to the grunge 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
David Bowie,
The Cure,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aural Exciters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
This Heat,
Parry Music,
DNA,
Anthony Braxton,
F. McDonald,
Erykah Badu,
Archie Shepp,
Marine Girls,
The Evens,
Young Marble Giants,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grey Daturas,
Dark Day,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wire,
Michelle Simonal,
The Moody Blues,
Bronski Beat,
Blossom Toes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Five Americans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aswad,
Ice-T,
The Move,
The Saints,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Kinks,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Soft Cell,
Inner City,
Alison Limerick,
Silicon Teens,
Roxette,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Severed Heads,
Joey Negro,
Bill Wells,
Moss Icon,
The Slits,
In Retrospect,
Eric Copeland,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Popol Vuh,
Gang Starr,
Junior Murvin,
Infiniti,
The Doobie Brothers,
Newcleus,
Unrelated Segments,
Public Image Ltd.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Clear Light,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.