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 Niger and from Beijing.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb 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 Oneida to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
The Shadows of Knight,
Thompson Twins,
Duran Duran,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Spoonie Gee,
Yellowson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Divine Comedy,
The Slackers,
Severed Heads,
UT,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aswad,
Radiopuhelimet,
Chrome,
Qualms,
Theoretical Girls,
Don Cherry,
Fluxion,
Adolescents,
the Normal,
Interpol,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joe Smooth,
Royal Trux,
Fear,
Soft Cell,
Black Pus,
Camberwell Now,
the Human League,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fela Kuti,
the Fania All-Stars,
R.M.O.,
AZ,
OOIOO,
The Knickerbockers,
Main Source,
Infiniti,
Byron Stingily,
World's Most,
The Gories,
Ronnie Foster,
Jeff Lynne,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang Starr,
A Certain Ratio,
Mr. Review,
Judy Mowatt,
Television,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ituana,
Trumans Water,
Minor Threat,
Panda Bear,
Graham Central Station,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.