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 Djibouti and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gichy Dan to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grandmaster Flash,
Circle Jerks,
Minor Threat,
Freddie Wadling,
PIL,
Black Flag,
Eric Copeland,
David Axelrod,
Blake Baxter,
John Holt,
Metal Thangz,
kango's stein massive,
Porter Ricks,
Urselle,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sandy B,
Faraquet,
The Trojans,
Junior Murvin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Arab on Radar,
The Skatalites,
The Mummies,
Bronski Beat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ornette Coleman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Symarip,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Boogie Down Productions,
EPMD,
Black Bananas,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Accadde A,
Dual Sessions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Searchers,
Inner City,
X-102,
Lou Christie,
The Gories,
Camberwell Now,
Swans,
Robert Hood,
Essential Logic,
Tommy Roe,
June Days,
Neu!,
The Doors,
Agent Orange,
Fad Gadget,
Bang On A Can,
Stereo Dub,
The Dave Clark Five,
Warsaw,
Whodini,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.