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 Algeria and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 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 The Fortunes to the punk 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
The Names,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Idris Muhammad,
Bang On A Can,
Alphaville,
The Cure,
Tres Demented,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pantaleimon,
The Fuzztones,
Altered Images,
Gabor Szabo,
Adolescents,
Sällskapet,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Selecter,
Masters at Work,
Stereo Dub,
Outsiders,
Kaleidoscope,
Harmonia,
Howard Jones,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang Green,
New Age Steppers,
Dawn Penn,
The Gun Club,
Black Sheep,
Sparks,
Hot Snakes,
the Association,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Judy Mowatt,
Eli Mardock,
Faraquet,
Pole,
Kurtis Blow,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Toasters,
Charles Mingus,
The Dead C,
Ten City,
Max Romeo,
The Move,
Roy Ayers,
Oneida,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Doobie Brothers,
One Last Wish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Morten Harket,
The Sound,
Flipper,
The Fall,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crooked Eye,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
JFA,
Nick Fraelich,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.