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 Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Boogie Down Productions to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
Rotary Connection,
Maurizio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Reed,
Ronan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang Green,
Gil Scott Heron,
Radiohead,
Absolute Body Control,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Boogie Down Productions,
Panda Bear,
Ohio Players,
Technova,
Black Flag,
Avey Tare,
Rites of Spring,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Holt,
Lalann,
The Doors,
Ituana,
Fluxion,
Franke,
MDC,
Moss Icon,
Black Pus,
Eurythmics,
Ossler,
Kenny Larkin,
The Black Dice,
Zapp,
One Last Wish,
The New Christs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Oblivians,
Scientists,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yusef Lateef,
Amon Düül II,
Danielle Patucci,
The Shadows of Knight,
Morten Harket,
Tropical Tobacco,
Public Enemy,
Qualms,
Roxy Music,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eli Mardock,
Suicide,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The United States of America,
Animal Collective,
Con Funk Shun,
Vladislav Delay,
Warsaw,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.