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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
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 Tom Verlaine 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 David Axelrod to the grunge 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Los Fastidios,
Supertramp,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Moss Icon,
Judy Mowatt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joy Division,
Liliput,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kas Product,
Fatback Band,
Slick Rick,
Stereo Dub,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dawn Penn,
Shuggie Otis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Procol Harum,
Flipper,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pantytec,
Sun Ra,
Chris & Cosey,
The Selecter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Boredoms,
The Dirtbombs,
Siglo XX,
Wolf Eyes,
Ponytail,
Fear,
The Mummies,
The Fall,
Metal Thangz,
MDC,
Newcleus,
Todd Terry,
Silicon Teens,
Average White Band,
Camouflage,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Infiniti,
Jeff Mills,
Rod Modell,
Barry Ungar,
The Last Poets,
The Human League,
Ludus,
Funky Four + One,
a-ha,
Skaos,
Altered Images,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
New York Dolls,
Alice Coltrane,
Youth Brigade,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.