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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 Scion to the electroclash 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Loose Ends record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hardrive,
Crime,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Bananas,
Davy DMX,
Yaz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bauhaus,
Siglo XX,
Bush Tetras,
Sixth Finger,
The Wake,
Rod Modell,
U.S. Maple,
Rekid,
Chris Corsano,
Lower 48,
Kayak,
Man Eating Sloth,
New Order,
MDC,
Wire,
Blancmange,
the Soft Cell,
Eddi Front,
David Bowie,
Cheater Slicks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Idris Muhammad,
Delta 5,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dead Boys,
Schoolly D,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Sonics,
Quantec,
Agent Orange,
Radio Birdman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nirvana,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
ABC,
Underground Resistance,
The Stooges,
Slave,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Royal Trux,
Goldenarms,
Pylon,
Cybotron,
Nick Fraelich,
Das Ding,
Andrew Hill,
Jeff Lynne,
Joy Division,
Sarah Menescal,
Arcadia,
The Slackers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Juan Atkins,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.