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 Armenia and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Alton Ellis to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Jawbox,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Goldenarms,
The Blackbyrds,
Parry Music,
Crooked Eye,
Lalann,
Maurizio,
Bootsy Collins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Warren Ellis,
Television,
Ludus,
Marine Girls,
Excepter,
Lucky Dragons,
The American Breed,
Robert Görl,
Shoche,
Kenny Larkin,
Sparks,
Marc Almond,
Soul II Soul,
Aural Exciters,
Stetsasonic,
Ice-T,
D'Angelo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jandek,
Rotary Connection,
KRS-One,
The United States of America,
The Knickerbockers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Carl Craig,
Bad Manners,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tres Demented,
Gang Starr,
Swans,
Intrusion,
Slave,
Index,
Silicon Teens,
The Dirtbombs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Model 500,
Siglo XX,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ken Boothe,
FM Einheit,
Deakin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Andrew Hill,
Royal Trux,
Reuben Wilson,
Fluxion,
Pierre Henry,
Magazine,
Echospace,
Livin' Joy,
The Happenings,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.