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 Andorra and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Big Daddy Kane to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Derrick May,
X-101,
Amon Düül,
Peter & Gordon,
John Lydon,
Ken Boothe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jeff Lynne,
Subhumans,
The Buckinghams,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hardrive,
Television Personalities,
Shuggie Otis,
Danielle Patucci,
Fatback Band,
The Residents,
Zero Boys,
Talk Talk,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bootsy Collins,
Rod Modell,
Quadrant,
Los Fastidios,
Davy DMX,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Darondo,
Bill Near,
Yellowson,
OOIOO,
New Age Steppers,
Amon Düül II,
Bush Tetras,
Bronski Beat,
The Real Kids,
Joyce Sims,
Marc Almond,
Oneida,
Mandrill,
Swans,
Hot Snakes,
Jawbox,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Faraquet,
Dead Boys,
Rakim,
Babytalk,
Joey Negro,
Crash Course in Science,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Anakelly,
The Wake,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cymande,
Skarface,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Interpol,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.