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 Sweden and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eden Ahbez to the punk 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hot Snakes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Delta 5,
Soul II Soul,
Goldenarms,
Mandrill,
The Slits,
Amazonics,
Jeru the Damaja,
Thee Headcoats,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Womack,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Toni Rubio,
The Flesh Eaters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lightning Bolt,
Jacques Brel,
Max Romeo,
Outsiders,
Carl Craig,
X-101,
Crispy Ambulance,
Trumans Water,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gabor Szabo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Groovy Waters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Slave,
Minutemen,
Faust,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Freddie Wadling,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Bananas,
Popol Vuh,
Lucky Dragons,
Andrew Hill,
Quadrant,
Chris & Cosey,
Cluster,
Rufus Thomas,
The Divine Comedy,
Japan,
Flipper,
Kerri Chandler,
Amon Düül II,
Unrelated Segments,
Model 500,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
EPMD,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pharoah Sanders,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.