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 Syria and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
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 snare 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 Agitation Free to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Maleditus Sound,
Byron Stingily,
Radio Birdman,
Kurtis Blow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Vainqueur,
The Invisible,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Godley & Creme,
Buzzcocks,
Vladislav Delay,
The Real Kids,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cowsills,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tommy Roe,
Stereo Dub,
The Tremeloes,
Scratch Acid,
The Gories,
Joy Division,
Mr. Review,
Avey Tare,
Boz Scaggs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Reagan Youth,
Television,
The Mojo Men,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joyce Sims,
Saccharine Trust,
Joe Finger,
Matthew Halsall,
Leonard Cohen,
The Red Krayola,
Fela Kuti,
Robert Wyatt,
Panda Bear,
Scott Walker,
Archie Shepp,
Section 25,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Moleskins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
K-Klass,
Stetsasonic,
R.M.O.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Danielle Patucci,
Moebius,
Deakin,
The Doors,
Eric B and Rakim,
Altered Images,
Das Ding,
Wasted Youth,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.