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 Ivory Coast and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Reuben Wilson to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
The Walker Brothers,
The Five Americans,
OOIOO,
Das Ding,
Gong,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Todd Terry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
H. Thieme,
Minor Threat,
A Certain Ratio,
Y Pants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gabor Szabo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Real Kids,
Lungfish,
Patti Smith,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Buckinghams,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kaleidoscope,
Erykah Badu,
Susan Cadogan,
Echospace,
Pylon,
Joyce Sims,
Hardrive,
Connie Case,
The Smiths,
These Immortal Souls,
Quantec,
Khruangbin,
Second Layer,
The Invisible,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pole,
The Birthday Party,
the Swans,
Black Moon,
Negative Approach,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Victims,
The Knickerbockers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bush Tetras,
Can,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Albert Ayler,
The Toasters,
Sun Ra,
Swans,
Boredoms,
The Techniques,
Dual Sessions,
The Martian,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.