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 Macedonia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Radiopuhelimet to the grunge 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Agent Orange,
The New Christs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Khruangbin,
Suburban Knight,
The Techniques,
Kevin Saunderson,
Johnny Clarke,
Soft Machine,
Juan Atkins,
Marine Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Newcleus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fall,
Nick Fraelich,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang of Four,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Moleskins,
Outsiders,
Buzzcocks,
The Slits,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Interpol,
Eve St. Jones,
The United States of America,
The Five Americans,
the Sonics,
Tropical Tobacco,
Drexciya,
Deadbeat,
Pere Ubu,
Pole,
Public Image Ltd.,
New Order,
Magma,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joensuu 1685,
Popol Vuh,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sun City Girls,
Sister Nancy,
the Soft Cell,
Tomorrow,
Sex Pistols,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Make Up,
The Gap Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stockholm Monsters,
Little Man,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rapeman,
Wasted Youth,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.