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 Gambia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb 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 theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Radiohead,
DJ Sneak,
Eden Ahbez,
Wally Richardson,
The Gories,
The Blackbyrds,
R.M.O.,
Bronski Beat,
Q65,
Interpol,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bang On A Can,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Robert Görl,
The Birthday Party,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Knickerbockers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Sherman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Skarface,
Hardrive,
Ronnie Foster,
Public Enemy,
Slave,
Camouflage,
The Searchers,
Malaria!,
Derrick May,
Byron Stingily,
Ice-T,
Maurizio,
Matthew Halsall,
Glenn Branca,
Fela Kuti,
Cameo,
Boredoms,
The Litter,
Piero Umiliani,
Stereo Dub,
Jacob Miller,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marine Girls,
Ludus,
This Heat,
Donny Hathaway,
The Monochrome Set,
Desert Stars,
Franke,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fluxion,
X-Ray Spex,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Dirtbombs,
Robert Hood,
The Associates,
Connie Case,
Lindisfarne,
Echospace,
Lalann,
Fat Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.