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 Albania 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mumbai.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Harpers Bizarre to the techno 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Residents,
Wings,
Hasil Adkins,
Pole,
Sound Behaviour,
Skaos,
Jawbox,
The Fugs,
The Five Americans,
New Age Steppers,
LL Cool J,
Gichy Dan,
Frankie Knuckles,
F. McDonald,
Neu!,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sonic Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
ABC,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Skatalites,
Duran Duran,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Human League,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Drexciya,
Erasure,
Godley & Creme,
Black Sheep,
Rod Modell,
Heaven 17,
John Coltrane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Steve Hackett,
Aaron Thompson,
Rotary Connection,
The Evens,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Durutti Column,
the Association,
Scan 7,
The Black Dice,
AZ,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Harry Pussy,
Groovy Waters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dawn Penn,
Ralphi Rosario,
Peter and Kerry,
Ohio Players,
D'Angelo,
Depeche Mode,
Tomorrow,
Shuggie Otis,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.