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 Angola and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Crime to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Arab on Radar,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Chris Corsano,
Eve St. Jones,
the Bar-Kays,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neu!,
Khruangbin,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Black Dice,
Lalann,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Womack,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alphaville,
Maurizio,
Girls At Our Best!,
CMW,
Surgeon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Pus,
The Offenders,
Bauhaus,
Camouflage,
Scan 7,
The Slackers,
the Normal,
Roxy Music,
Ituana,
Minny Pops,
Shuggie Otis,
Tomorrow,
Eli Mardock,
Joe Finger,
Second Layer,
Stetsasonic,
Laurel Aitken,
Idris Muhammad,
U.S. Maple,
The Beau Brummels,
Circle Jerks,
Aswad,
The Smiths,
Bootsy Collins,
Joyce Sims,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pierre Henry,
Unrelated Segments,
Steve Hackett,
The Trojans,
Theoretical Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Television Personalities,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Busters,
Spoonie Gee,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fortunes,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Modern Lovers,
Outsiders,
Boz Scaggs,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.