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 Qatar and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Rufus Thomas to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Joy Division,
John Foxx,
Barbara Tucker,
Sugar Minott,
Con Funk Shun,
Vainqueur,
Bizarre Inc.,
World's Most,
Todd Terry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Zeros,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Heaven 17,
Hoover,
Dennis Brown,
The Grass Roots,
The Stooges,
Maurizio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crispy Ambulance,
Magazine,
Johnny Osbourne,
Negative Approach,
Darondo,
Morten Harket,
DNA,
H. Thieme,
Joe Smooth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Beau Brummels,
Crime,
The Red Krayola,
The Raincoats,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Angels of Light,
Cymande,
Mandrill,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Sonics,
Rites of Spring,
Thompson Twins,
Ultravox,
Juan Atkins,
Dual Sessions,
Youth Brigade,
Lower 48,
The Golliwogs,
The Smoke,
Marc Almond,
Eve St. Jones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cowsills,
Fad Gadget,
The Doors,
Section 25,
Thee Headcoats,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.