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 Samoa and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 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 OOIOO to the funk 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Eli Mardock,
the Bar-Kays,
Brand Nubian,
Royal Trux,
Sarah Menescal,
Boz Scaggs,
The Divine Comedy,
The Barracudas,
10cc,
Harry Pussy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Skatalites,
Outsiders,
Angry Samoans,
Essential Logic,
Terry Callier,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Q65,
Television,
Rites of Spring,
Bill Wells,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pet Shop Boys,
T. Rex,
Sällskapet,
Infiniti,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chrome,
Animal Collective,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Human League,
Flipper,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deadbeat,
The Mummies,
Bob Dylan,
Black Flag,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cheater Slicks,
The Busters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nirvana,
Brick,
The Gladiators,
Black Pus,
Intrusion,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Reed,
Darondo,
Blake Baxter,
Grey Daturas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jimmy McGriff,
Connie Case,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.