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 Russia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Holger Czukay 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 Vainqueur to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
E-Dancer,
Jesper Dahlback,
Chris Corsano,
Minnie Riperton,
Interpol,
Monks,
Pole,
Neu!,
DJ Sneak,
Cluster,
Barry Ungar,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grauzone,
One Last Wish,
Prince Buster,
Leonard Cohen,
John Holt,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Easy Going,
Matthew Halsall,
Yellowson,
Blossom Toes,
Con Funk Shun,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sällskapet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yaz,
Lou Christie,
Connie Case,
KRS-One,
Sun City Girls,
Mantronix,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bob Dylan,
Kurtis Blow,
the Normal,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eli Mardock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gun Club,
The Gap Band,
Brick,
Todd Terry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Names,
The Beau Brummels,
Byron Stingily,
Nils Olav,
Big Daddy Kane,
Simply Red,
Sugar Minott,
Liliput,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.