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 Gambia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Reagan Youth to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Easy Going,
MDC,
Minny Pops,
Sun City Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
Adolescents,
Guru Guru,
Panda Bear,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Erykah Badu,
Radiohead,
Amon Düül,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Sound,
The Names,
Bush Tetras,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang Green,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bronski Beat,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Golliwogs,
The Residents,
Popol Vuh,
Ornette Coleman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Suburban Knight,
Pantytec,
Groovy Waters,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Modern Lovers,
Sarah Menescal,
Technova,
Essential Logic,
The Litter,
Cheater Slicks,
Niagra,
Cymande,
UT,
China Crisis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rakim,
Donny Hathaway,
Swell Maps,
Blossom Toes,
The Cowsills,
Agent Orange,
The Durutti Column,
Maurizio,
The Index,
David Bowie,
Banda Bassotti,
Trumans Water,
OOIOO,
The Leaves,
Amazonics,
Audionom,
Gang Starr,
Gang Gang Dance,
a-ha,
Funkadelic,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.