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 Laos and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cheater Slicks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gong,
Man Parrish,
Boz Scaggs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Raincoats,
Mad Mike,
Drexciya,
CMW,
The Fugs,
Mars,
Main Source,
Boredoms,
Gabor Szabo,
Symarip,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barclay James Harvest,
China Crisis,
Tomorrow,
Albert Ayler,
Slick Rick,
Index,
The J.B.'s,
Sixth Finger,
Kaleidoscope,
Grauzone,
Loose Ends,
This Heat,
The Velvet Underground,
The Skatalites,
Michelle Simonal,
Zero Boys,
DNA,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rites of Spring,
The Beau Brummels,
Mantronix,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moby Grape,
Anakelly,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Henry Cow,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Detroit Cobras,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gories,
Crime,
Moss Icon,
Blake Baxter,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Mojo Men,
Rapeman,
Absolute Body Control,
The Slackers,
Kas Product,
Lyres,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Visage,
The Saints,
Rosa Yemen,
Terrestrial Tones,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.