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 Monaco and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Davy DMX to the electroclash 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yusef Lateef,
K-Klass,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultravox,
Trumans Water,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soft Cell,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Busters,
Mr. Review,
Ohio Players,
Rod Modell,
The Monochrome Set,
Byron Stingily,
Lindisfarne,
Guru Guru,
The Buckinghams,
X-102,
Matthew Halsall,
The Vogues,
The Barracudas,
Pierre Henry,
Masters at Work,
Nils Olav,
The Residents,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Livin' Joy,
The United States of America,
Monolake,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Arab on Radar,
The Grass Roots,
Michelle Simonal,
The Evens,
Eurythmics,
Cecil Taylor,
Goldenarms,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Juan Atkins,
Adolescents,
Electric Prunes,
DNA,
Blake Baxter,
Visage,
Thee Headcoats,
The Angels of Light,
The Red Krayola,
Minutemen,
DJ Style,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
B.T. Express,
The Fuzztones,
Rites of Spring,
Sonic Youth,
cv313,
Todd Rundgren,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bluetip,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.