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 Taiwan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Michael McDonald 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 Laurel Aitken to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Adolescents,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Juan Atkins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
F. McDonald,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Anakelly,
Deadbeat,
Swans,
Lucky Dragons,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tomorrow,
Fela Kuti,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Au Pairs,
Alice Coltrane,
Subhumans,
The Grass Roots,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Khruangbin,
Shuggie Otis,
The Index,
Scrapy,
LL Cool J,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bill Wells,
Sugar Minott,
World's Most,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gun Club,
T.S.O.L.,
The Pop Group,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobbi Humphrey,
H. Thieme,
Flipper,
Bill Near,
Robert Hood,
The United States of America,
Ludus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aswad,
Moebius,
Supertramp,
Harry Pussy,
New York Dolls,
Depeche Mode,
The Monochrome Set,
Eli Mardock,
Drexciya,
Neu!,
Fatback Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cal Tjader,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gong,
The Angels of Light,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.