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 United States and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Crash Course in Science to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Leaves,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cymande,
The Cure,
Jeru the Damaja,
A Certain Ratio,
Arthur Verocai,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Slackers,
Procol Harum,
Bootsy Collins,
H. Thieme,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Parry Music,
Rod Modell,
Basic Channel,
Faraquet,
Oneida,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fire Engines,
Porter Ricks,
Howard Jones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Divine Comedy,
Altered Images,
The Cramps,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Spoonie Gee,
New Order,
X-Ray Spex,
The Associates,
Ice-T,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sonic Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sällskapet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Visage,
Anakelly,
Ludus,
Wasted Youth,
Severed Heads,
The Walker Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Last Poets,
Joe Finger,
Young Marble Giants,
Underground Resistance,
The Wake,
Public Enemy,
Delta 5,
Erykah Badu,
Pussy Galore,
Nils Olav,
Depeche Mode,
Kayak,
Los Fastidios,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deadbeat,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.