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 Hungary and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Dave Gahan,
Soulsonic Force,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
OOIOO,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Audionom,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Magazine,
La Düsseldorf,
the Association,
Ossler,
John Coltrane,
Drexciya,
Flash Fearless,
Sun Ra,
Kayak,
Todd Rundgren,
Colin Newman,
Magma,
The Grass Roots,
Gerry Rafferty,
Chrome,
The Beau Brummels,
Tomorrow,
The Selecter,
In Retrospect,
Suburban Knight,
Desert Stars,
Talk Talk,
Pulsallama,
The Leaves,
Loose Ends,
Blake Baxter,
Mad Mike,
The Victims,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nico,
Infiniti,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
U.S. Maple,
Jimmy McGriff,
Albert Ayler,
Mantronix,
Boogie Down Productions,
Idris Muhammad,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Matthew Halsall,
One Last Wish,
cv313,
Rites of Spring,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cramps,
Minutemen,
Terry Callier,
Brand Nubian,
Funkadelic,
Bang On A Can,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.