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 Kingdom and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar 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 the Swans to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Con Funk Shun,
Thompson Twins,
Soft Machine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Blake Baxter,
Drexciya,
FM Einheit,
Soul II Soul,
Soft Cell,
The Index,
the Bar-Kays,
The Wake,
Barry Ungar,
One Last Wish,
Duran Duran,
Monks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
MC5,
Deakin,
Tomorrow,
Skaos,
Rod Modell,
Pussy Galore,
Tommy Roe,
Theoretical Girls,
Das Ding,
the Swans,
Maleditus Sound,
Moby Grape,
Ludus,
Toni Rubio,
Heaven 17,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Derrick May,
Minutemen,
Desert Stars,
The Invisible,
Charles Mingus,
The Standells,
John Holt,
Reagan Youth,
Bronski Beat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Althea and Donna,
Tres Demented,
Warren Ellis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Panda Bear,
Half Japanese,
Eve St. Jones,
Amon Düül,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Arthur Verocai,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Adolescents,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.