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 Bhutan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Jawbox to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Flipper,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cheater Slicks,
E-Dancer,
Bauhaus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Blackbyrds,
X-Ray Spex,
Bootsy Collins,
Morten Harket,
Massinfluence,
New Age Steppers,
Porter Ricks,
The Birthday Party,
Underground Resistance,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Index,
The Standells,
Bill Near,
Brass Construction,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wire,
Visage,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Man Parrish,
Donald Byrd,
Dawn Penn,
Chrome,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Siglo XX,
Girls At Our Best!,
Matthew Halsall,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lalann,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Inner City,
Albert Ayler,
Rakim,
Kas Product,
Mo-Dettes,
Shoche,
Radiohead,
Delta 5,
Faraquet,
Minny Pops,
Minnie Riperton,
The American Breed,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Evens,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lower 48,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tubeway Army,
Crash Course in Science,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Slits,
Amon Düül II,
Ten City,
Circle Jerks,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.