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 Suriname and from Jakarta.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
The Sonics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Count Five,
Pere Ubu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Doors,
Animal Collective,
Sparks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mantronix,
Ossler,
The Mummies,
Boredoms,
Fela Kuti,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Stooges,
Deadbeat,
Swans,
Ludus,
The Fugs,
Eric Dolphy,
Derrick Morgan,
Tom Boy,
David McCallum,
Shoche,
New Age Steppers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
8 Eyed Spy,
China Crisis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Beasts of Bourbon,
L. Decosne,
Magma,
Sound Behaviour,
Adolescents,
Reagan Youth,
Masters at Work,
Joensuu 1685,
DNA,
the Association,
Hoover,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tres Demented,
Kayak,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Zeros,
Glenn Branca,
Grandmaster Flash,
Letta Mbulu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alphaville,
Kaleidoscope,
The Evens,
Surgeon,
Black Flag,
Bob Dylan,
The Techniques,
Altered Images,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.