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 Guatemala and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Slits to the grime 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Royal Trux,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lindisfarne,
Patti Smith,
The Moleskins,
Con Funk Shun,
Warsaw,
The American Breed,
Banda Bassotti,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nils Olav,
Ludus,
The Mojo Men,
Jimmy McGriff,
Byron Stingily,
Monks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Das Ding,
Swans,
Graham Central Station,
The Durutti Column,
The Knickerbockers,
Aaron Thompson,
Cheater Slicks,
The Index,
Delta 5,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mad Mike,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fuzztones,
Laurel Aitken,
Massinfluence,
Interpol,
Archie Shepp,
The Slackers,
New Order,
Absolute Body Control,
DJ Sneak,
The Last Poets,
Black Pus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wally Richardson,
Monolake,
Todd Rundgren,
Derrick Morgan,
Trumans Water,
The Alarm Clocks,
Idris Muhammad,
Pierre Henry,
The Fall,
Little Man,
Index,
Smog,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Amon Düül II,
Urselle,
Subhumans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.