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 Madagascar and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 Metal Thangz to the rock 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Pole,
The Grass Roots,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jacques Brel,
The Remains,
Derrick May,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Saints,
Sister Nancy,
Pantaleimon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Excepter,
Roxy Music,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Simply Red,
New Order,
Young Marble Giants,
The Residents,
David McCallum,
MC5,
Deadbeat,
Sugar Minott,
Colin Newman,
Japan,
UT,
Warren Ellis,
Drexciya,
Marshall Jefferson,
Freddie Wadling,
June of 44,
The Vogues,
OOIOO,
Audionom,
Johnny Clarke,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Oblivians,
ABBA,
Adolescents,
Shuggie Otis,
Yaz,
The Wake,
Babytalk,
The Leaves,
Unrelated Segments,
Pussy Galore,
Cecil Taylor,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Sheep,
Ossler,
Section 25,
Outsiders,
Gong,
The Angels of Light,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Warsaw,
Procol Harum,
The Detroit Cobras,
Inner City,
The Gories,
Sam Rivers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.