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 Gabon and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 Scientists to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hot Snakes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Young Marble Giants,
The Divine Comedy,
Erykah Badu,
The Gladiators,
Joy Division,
Davy DMX,
These Immortal Souls,
Crime,
Hoover,
Bill Wells,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Moleskins,
Eddi Front,
Henry Cow,
EPMD,
Roger Hodgson,
Theoretical Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
OOIOO,
Alton Ellis,
Supertramp,
Severed Heads,
The Birthday Party,
8 Eyed Spy,
Warsaw,
The Techniques,
A Certain Ratio,
Neil Young,
Khruangbin,
Aural Exciters,
K-Klass,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mars,
Agent Orange,
Livin' Joy,
Marc Almond,
The Happenings,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wasted Youth,
Scan 7,
The Beau Brummels,
Camouflage,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Laurel Aitken,
Buzzcocks,
Anthony Braxton,
Toni Rubio,
June Days,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Wake,
Moebius,
Roxy Music,
Iggy Pop,
Cameo,
Bill Near,
Grey Daturas,
Colin Newman,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.