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 Slovenia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Todd Rundgren 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
John Foxx,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jerry's Kids,
Bill Wells,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Robert Hood,
Yazoo,
The Blackbyrds,
Funkadelic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yaz,
LL Cool J,
Inner City,
Chris Corsano,
Rufus Thomas,
Yusef Lateef,
Camberwell Now,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jacob Miller,
Spoonie Gee,
Marshall Jefferson,
Japan,
Yellowson,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Searchers,
Pylon,
David Bowie,
The Knickerbockers,
Television Personalities,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Germs,
Gang of Four,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DJ Sneak,
CMW,
Aloha Tigers,
L. Decosne,
Magma,
Massinfluence,
Davy DMX,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Mummies,
Ludus,
Suburban Knight,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stetsasonic,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Iggy Pop,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Zeros,
Andrew Hill,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Supertramp,
Babytalk,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.