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 Liberia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer 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 Panda Bear to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dennis Brown,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Last Poets,
The Vogues,
John Coltrane,
Radiohead,
Warren Ellis,
Cymande,
Monolake,
June Days,
The Pretty Things,
Bad Manners,
Eden Ahbez,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Funkadelic,
the Germs,
Quando Quango,
Moss Icon,
These Immortal Souls,
Massinfluence,
The Saints,
The Dead C,
The Remains,
Dead Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
Minor Threat,
Khruangbin,
Matthew Bourne,
Donald Byrd,
Barrington Levy,
Japan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Traffic Nightmare,
Main Source,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Christie,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Invisible,
Jerry's Kids,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Sherman,
The Buckinghams,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ludus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Reagan Youth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
48th St. Collective,
Arcadia,
Mark Hollis,
Carl Craig,
Newcleus,
Ultravox,
Hardrive,
Crispian St. Peters,
Urselle,
Minny Pops,
Pussy Galore,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.