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 Lebanon and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar 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 The J.B.'s to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Index,
Second Layer,
Rosa Yemen,
Moss Icon,
Supertramp,
X-101,
Anthony Braxton,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Los Fastidios,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Pus,
Deadbeat,
Arthur Verocai,
Con Funk Shun,
Brass Construction,
Swell Maps,
Spoonie Gee,
Laurel Aitken,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scratch Acid,
Minor Threat,
The Monks,
the Bar-Kays,
June of 44,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Khruangbin,
Sällskapet,
KRS-One,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Easy Going,
David McCallum,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Zapp,
Depeche Mode,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Byron Stingily,
Arcadia,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dark Day,
Das Ding,
The Monochrome Set,
Tubeway Army,
Accadde A,
Graham Central Station,
New Order,
Faust,
Wire,
Crime,
Peter and Kerry,
Q65,
Boredoms,
Mantronix,
John Lydon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Main Source,
Ultravox,
Delta 5,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Moleskins,
Suicide,
The Detroit Cobras,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.