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 Tajikistan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare 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 The Knickerbockers to the dance 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
a-ha,
Darondo,
Simply Red,
Wally Richardson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Byron Stingily,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Durutti Column,
Aaron Thompson,
Intrusion,
X-102,
Nik Kershaw,
Funky Four + One,
Khruangbin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Cale,
Nation of Ulysses,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Monks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
OOIOO,
Connie Case,
Ronan,
Harmonia,
Lalo Schifrin,
Goldenarms,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Todd Terry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Electric Prunes,
The Neon Judgement,
Supertramp,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dual Sessions,
Avey Tare,
Unwound,
the Bar-Kays,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grauzone,
Sister Nancy,
Nirvana,
Make Up,
The Raincoats,
Monolake,
Hot Snakes,
Tomorrow,
Ohio Players,
Max Romeo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Monks,
Spoonie Gee,
Fat Boys,
Ice-T,
Dawn Penn,
Fifty Foot Hose,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neu!,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.