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 Zambia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare 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 World's Most 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
10cc,
Funky Four + One,
Von Mondo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Monks,
Adolescents,
FM Einheit,
Quantec,
The Last Poets,
Arthur Verocai,
Swell Maps,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Archie Shepp,
Ohio Players,
The Cure,
David Bowie,
Bobby Byrd,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Smoke,
Ken Boothe,
Basic Channel,
Niagra,
The Cramps,
Laurel Aitken,
Soul II Soul,
The Mojo Men,
Big Daddy Kane,
Visage,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rotary Connection,
Roxy Music,
Judy Mowatt,
Eric Dolphy,
Flipper,
Joey Negro,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Vainqueur,
Jerry's Kids,
The Durutti Column,
Mary Jane Girls,
Carl Craig,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
OOIOO,
H. Thieme,
The Star Department,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Organ,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Monks,
Radiohead,
Barry Ungar,
Maurizio,
John Coltrane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Junior Murvin,
In Retrospect,
Pierre Henry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.