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 Cuba and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator 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 Khruangbin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Robert Hood,
Depeche Mode,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
LL Cool J,
Josef K,
Jawbox,
Minutemen,
Albert Ayler,
Warsaw,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Sherman,
Funky Four + One,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Tremeloes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Neon Judgement,
David Axelrod,
Maurizio,
Oblivians,
Graham Central Station,
Pantaleimon,
Peter and Kerry,
Fugazi,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fat Boys,
Parry Music,
Patti Smith,
New York Dolls,
Suburban Knight,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Amon Düül II,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lightning Bolt,
Joey Negro,
Jacques Brel,
Boz Scaggs,
Wolf Eyes,
Pussy Galore,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Erykah Badu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Skarface,
Fear,
Buzzcocks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Skaos,
Mandrill,
Siglo XX,
Lalo Schifrin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bauhaus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Saints,
8 Eyed Spy,
Porter Ricks,
Nils Olav,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.