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 Tanzania and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 DJ Style to the rap 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minor Threat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cybotron,
The Gap Band,
Quantec,
Lebanon Hanover,
Toni Rubio,
The Raincoats,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Suburban Knight,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Barracudas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gun Club,
Matthew Halsall,
Eric Dolphy,
Aaron Thompson,
Kerrie Biddell,
kango's stein massive,
Kas Product,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Junior Murvin,
The Fire Engines,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joy Division,
Drexciya,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Kinks,
Letta Mbulu,
La Düsseldorf,
Bill Near,
The Cramps,
Severed Heads,
Soul Sonic Force,
Saccharine Trust,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Chris Corsano,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thee Headcoats,
A Certain Ratio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Moby Grape,
Jeff Lynne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Schoolly D,
Funkadelic,
Quando Quango,
Basic Channel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Pus,
Bill Wells,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soft Cell,
Lou Reed,
The Last Poets,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.