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 Seychelles and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Ituana to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Rites of Spring,
The Monochrome Set,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Beau Brummels,
The Stooges,
Throbbing Gristle,
Talk Talk,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lalann,
Kenny Larkin,
Aloha Tigers,
Adolescents,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barry Ungar,
Leonard Cohen,
Marmalade,
Marc Almond,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Real Kids,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Simply Red,
Maurizio,
The Gories,
Black Moon,
Black Sheep,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Names,
T. Rex,
Anthony Braxton,
Todd Terry,
Hardrive,
Ossler,
Lyres,
The Techniques,
Black Pus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mo-Dettes,
ABC,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Robert Hood,
Janne Schatter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cheater Slicks,
Parry Music,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Dave Clark Five,
DNA,
John Lydon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang of Four,
Moss Icon,
Derrick May,
Yazoo,
kango's stein massive,
the Bar-Kays,
Cal Tjader,
Ten City,
Electric Prunes,
cv313,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mission of Burma,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.