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 Finland and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Das Ding to the techno 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
FM Einheit,
the Normal,
Rakim,
The Pretty Things,
Eve St. Jones,
Sonic Youth,
Technova,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Masters at Work,
Kerrie Biddell,
Essential Logic,
the Soft Cell,
Desert Stars,
Minor Threat,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scratch Acid,
Malaria!,
Gil Scott Heron,
Urselle,
Kerri Chandler,
Fugazi,
The Dirtbombs,
Aloha Tigers,
Funkadelic,
Royal Trux,
Johnny Clarke,
The Five Americans,
Cal Tjader,
Dave Gahan,
PIL,
Alice Coltrane,
Letta Mbulu,
Country Teasers,
E-Dancer,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Model 500,
Marvin Gaye,
Monks,
Godley & Creme,
10cc,
The Cramps,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Juan Atkins,
Electric Prunes,
Ronan,
Agent Orange,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Slits,
The Cure,
Janne Schatter,
The Raincoats,
Leonard Cohen,
Pagans,
The Smiths,
Pole,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.