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 Jordan 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
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 harpsichord 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 Audionom to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Mary Jane Girls,
Radio Birdman,
Das Ding,
Can,
Maurizio,
EPMD,
Gang Starr,
Tropical Tobacco,
Vainqueur,
The Monks,
Glenn Branca,
Fatback Band,
New Order,
Subhumans,
Monks,
The Walker Brothers,
Sandy B,
Scientists,
Gang Green,
Talk Talk,
The Slackers,
Fear,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dennis Brown,
La Düsseldorf,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Erykah Badu,
World's Most,
Cameo,
LL Cool J,
Idris Muhammad,
X-Ray Spex,
Eric B and Rakim,
Negative Approach,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy Collins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ludus,
Sixth Finger,
Leonard Cohen,
Cluster,
Terrestrial Tones,
F. McDonald,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Carl Craig,
A Certain Ratio,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yaz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Charles Mingus,
Rekid,
Deadbeat,
the Bar-Kays,
The Motions,
Lebanon Hanover,
Desert Stars,
Marmalade,
Hardrive,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.