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 Egypt and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet 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 K-Klass to the dance 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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
T. Rex,
Technova,
kango's stein massive,
Charles Mingus,
June Days,
The Busters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Masters at Work,
Alphaville,
Sonny Sharrock,
Groovy Waters,
X-101,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Byrd,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Coltrane,
Sparks,
ABC,
Laurel Aitken,
Radiohead,
The Toasters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
In Retrospect,
Pharoah Sanders,
X-102,
Newcleus,
Nirvana,
Index,
Sunsets and Hearts,
R.M.O.,
Fluxion,
Amon Düül,
Skarface,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Glambeats Corp.,
Oneida,
Lou Christie,
Whodini,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Interpol,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Massinfluence,
Joensuu 1685,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cluster,
Tomorrow,
Icehouse,
The United States of America,
Soul II Soul,
James White and The Blacks,
Tres Demented,
the Slits,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Durutti Column,
The Index,
Eve St. Jones,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sandy B,
The Music Machine,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.