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 Cyprus and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 Rakim to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Marvin Gaye,
Rekid,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Slits,
Smog,
Mandrill,
Alison Limerick,
The Seeds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jeff Mills,
Subhumans,
Radio Birdman,
Con Funk Shun,
Letta Mbulu,
Lucky Dragons,
Rufus Thomas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wolf Eyes,
The Wake,
Lindisfarne,
Ice-T,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jesper Dahlback,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Vladislav Delay,
Wasted Youth,
The Selecter,
World's Most,
the Association,
Television Personalities,
Toni Rubio,
Eli Mardock,
Tomorrow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Mojo Men,
Leonard Cohen,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sun Ra,
Nirvana,
Swans,
Yaz,
The Stooges,
Warsaw,
Infiniti,
Hoover,
Amon Düül,
Harmonia,
Derrick May,
DNA,
Soul II Soul,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nico,
Max Romeo,
Siglo XX,
Massinfluence,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yazoo,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.