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 Mali and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe 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 Talk Talk to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Offenders,
Drive Like Jehu,
Leonard Cohen,
Pere Ubu,
Archie Shepp,
Bang On A Can,
Interpol,
Black Bananas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barry Ungar,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cowsills,
Sun Ra,
The Selecter,
June Days,
the Soft Cell,
Tres Demented,
The Saints,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gang Green,
Bluetip,
E-Dancer,
Ronan,
The Five Americans,
Massinfluence,
Pantaleimon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Prince Buster,
Gerry Rafferty,
Zapp,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Schoolly D,
The Durutti Column,
Aswad,
Kas Product,
Freddie Wadling,
Kerri Chandler,
Fatback Band,
Los Fastidios,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eve St. Jones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joe Smooth,
Bush Tetras,
Jacob Miller,
Duran Duran,
Y Pants,
Severed Heads,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Arthur Verocai,
Man Parrish,
John Coltrane,
Lower 48,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Zero Boys,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.