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 Belize and from New York.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nico to the rock 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Minny Pops,
John Foxx,
Rites of Spring,
This Heat,
Jandek,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Altered Images,
Chris Corsano,
The Doors,
JFA,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Velvet Underground,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bad Manners,
The Slits,
Sparks,
David Axelrod,
Maleditus Sound,
June Days,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Walker Brothers,
Negative Approach,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ossler,
Big Daddy Kane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Arab on Radar,
Grey Daturas,
Scan 7,
Moby Grape,
Guru Guru,
Delta 5,
Byron Stingily,
Spandau Ballet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ronan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Music Machine,
Sun City Girls,
Bauhaus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
F. McDonald,
Yaz,
Marc Almond,
Animal Collective,
Jacques Brel,
Dawn Penn,
The Selecter,
EPMD,
Buzzcocks,
Isaac Hayes,
Idris Muhammad,
Magazine,
Shuggie Otis,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.