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 Cuba and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Popol Vuh to the dance 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Erasure,
Byron Stingily,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
T.S.O.L.,
Tommy Roe,
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
FM Einheit,
Oblivians,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Warren Ellis,
Ponytail,
Siglo XX,
Peter & Gordon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Swans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Severed Heads,
Andrew Hill,
Goldenarms,
Stereo Dub,
Maurizio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang Green,
Rites of Spring,
The Count Five,
Lakeside,
Little Man,
Alison Limerick,
Roger Hodgson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Monolake,
Can,
Laurel Aitken,
Ice-T,
Tubeway Army,
Erykah Badu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Buzzcocks,
Thee Headcoats,
Adolescents,
Wally Richardson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Angels of Light,
Procol Harum,
Mary Jane Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
John Holt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lee Hazlewood,
The Beau Brummels,
Bill Near,
Boogie Down Productions,
Zapp,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.