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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Radiopuhelimet to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 Vogues,
Oblivians,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Anthony Braxton,
The Searchers,
Dennis Brown,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Colin Newman,
Nico,
Roy Ayers,
The Fall,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Matthew Halsall,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Angels of Light,
Carl Craig,
Danielle Patucci,
Rod Modell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yellowson,
James White and The Blacks,
Derrick May,
Delon & Dalcan,
Procol Harum,
Suburban Knight,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joe Smooth,
Lakeside,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Severed Heads,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aural Exciters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Wake,
The Moody Blues,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dead Boys,
The Dead C,
The Fire Engines,
Minnie Riperton,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
KRS-One,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joy Division,
Harmonia,
June of 44,
Joyce Sims,
The Young Rascals,
Barry Ungar,
Sixth Finger,
The Real Kids,
Massinfluence,
One Last Wish,
MDC,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Masters at Work,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Spandau Ballet,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.