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 Serbia and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Silicon Teens to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Frankie Knuckles,
Avey Tare,
F. McDonald,
Visage,
Mo-Dettes,
Darondo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Swell Maps,
Ice-T,
Desert Stars,
Silicon Teens,
Juan Atkins,
John Foxx,
Adolescents,
The Happenings,
Bad Manners,
Japan,
Godley & Creme,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Duran Duran,
Intrusion,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Monks,
Wally Richardson,
Sällskapet,
Public Enemy,
Eden Ahbez,
a-ha,
Black Flag,
One Last Wish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pantytec,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joe Finger,
the Bar-Kays,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Organ,
Sight & Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amazonics,
Amon Düül,
Guru Guru,
Roger Hodgson,
Fatback Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Glambeats Corp.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultravox,
The United States of America,
Yazoo,
kango's stein massive,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gladiators,
Leonard Cohen,
The Offenders,
Michelle Simonal,
T. Rex,
X-102,
Cheater Slicks,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.