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 Italy and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Siglo XX to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Hot Snakes,
Public Enemy,
Angry Samoans,
Connie Case,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Das Ding,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Howard Jones,
The Slits,
The Toasters,
The Vogues,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultra Naté,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Drive Like Jehu,
Junior Murvin,
Loose Ends,
Chris Corsano,
Marine Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Schoolly D,
The Index,
Zero Boys,
Ossler,
The Fuzztones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Radiopuhelimet,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Desert Stars,
Mission of Burma,
Ultravox,
T.S.O.L.,
Lucky Dragons,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
KRS-One,
Jeff Mills,
Pierre Henry,
The Blues Magoos,
Yusef Lateef,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lalann,
Easy Going,
The Moody Blues,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Depeche Mode,
Roy Ayers,
Television,
Wolf Eyes,
Rufus Thomas,
Swell Maps,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
PIL,
Groovy Waters,
Jeff Lynne,
These Immortal Souls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Magma,
The Doobie Brothers,
Anthony Braxton,
Silicon Teens,
Spoonie Gee,
Patti Smith,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.