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 El Salvador and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Donald Fagen 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 Sandy B to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Infiniti,
Joyce Sims,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Thee Headcoats,
Joensuu 1685,
DJ Style,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sound Behaviour,
Fad Gadget,
Slick Rick,
Alton Ellis,
Cluster,
Drexciya,
Freddie Wadling,
Scrapy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Young Rascals,
The Golliwogs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Juan Atkins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
48th St. Collective,
Leonard Cohen,
The Angels of Light,
Nas,
Brick,
Pole,
Swans,
Banda Bassotti,
Joy Division,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Delon & Dalcan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Janne Schatter,
Aloha Tigers,
Minor Threat,
Zapp,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fat Boys,
Little Man,
John Foxx,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Slits,
The Pretty Things,
Sex Pistols,
Y Pants,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crooked Eye,
Barry Ungar,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ludus,
Rites of Spring,
The Divine Comedy,
Stetsasonic,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.