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 Haiti and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Aural Exciters to the rap 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Guru Guru,
Lalann,
Donny Hathaway,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nils Olav,
Danielle Patucci,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grandmaster Flash,
Matthew Halsall,
EPMD,
Bobby Byrd,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roxy Music,
Qualms,
Echospace,
Young Marble Giants,
Bill Wells,
June of 44,
The Last Poets,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sarah Menescal,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minny Pops,
The Fugs,
The Associates,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Bananas,
the Soft Cell,
Surgeon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scrapy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gories,
Soft Machine,
Oblivians,
Underground Resistance,
the Fania All-Stars,
Accadde A,
Eden Ahbez,
Babytalk,
Scott Walker,
Jeru the Damaja,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Darondo,
Magma,
Newcleus,
Peter and Kerry,
Blake Baxter,
Delta 5,
Neu!,
Sight & Sound,
Cybotron,
Bill Near,
Deepchord,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.