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 Mongolia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 Letta Mbulu 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Pylon,
Lightning Bolt,
Pulsallama,
Scratch Acid,
Vladislav Delay,
Wolf Eyes,
Moby Grape,
Stiv Bators,
Mad Mike,
The Blackbyrds,
H. Thieme,
The Alarm Clocks,
Babytalk,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Juan Atkins,
Sight & Sound,
The Five Americans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dead Boys,
Severed Heads,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Human League,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Patti Smith,
Letta Mbulu,
Sparks,
The Wake,
Jeff Mills,
Guru Guru,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minnie Riperton,
Bob Dylan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Bar-Kays,
Television Personalities,
kango's stein massive,
Oblivians,
Absolute Body Control,
The Music Machine,
Cluster,
Animal Collective,
Frankie Knuckles,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Saints,
Niagra,
Anthony Braxton,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ponytail,
The United States of America,
The Smiths,
Blake Baxter,
Wally Richardson,
China Crisis,
The Residents,
Eden Ahbez,
OOIOO,
Deadbeat,
Lucky Dragons,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.