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 Tuvalu and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eric Copeland,
Q and Not U,
Vainqueur,
Aaron Thompson,
The Knickerbockers,
The Selecter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fortunes,
The Young Rascals,
Ponytail,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soulsonic Force,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bronski Beat,
Excepter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Can,
Severed Heads,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Coltrane,
The Raincoats,
Von Mondo,
The Grass Roots,
Gang Starr,
Ossler,
cv313,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Public Enemy,
Freddie Wadling,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
CMW,
Lou Reed,
Deakin,
The United States of America,
Hardrive,
Clear Light,
Patti Smith,
Jawbox,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Dirtbombs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
MDC,
Jeff Lynne,
Loose Ends,
Amon Düül,
Suicide,
One Last Wish,
Parry Music,
Eurythmics,
R.M.O.,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Wake,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.