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 Brunei and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Blues Magoos to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO 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?
Marshall Jefferson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Real Kids,
Japan,
Loose Ends,
Rosa Yemen,
Camouflage,
Darondo,
The Knickerbockers,
Swans,
Fugazi,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Boogie Down Productions,
Graham Central Station,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Slave,
Wings,
Television,
Jeru the Damaja,
New Order,
T. Rex,
Cheater Slicks,
Icehouse,
Television Personalities,
The Last Poets,
The Tremeloes,
Severed Heads,
Rod Modell,
Sound Behaviour,
Trumans Water,
The Names,
Cameo,
Yusef Lateef,
Glenn Branca,
LL Cool J,
DNA,
Panda Bear,
The Offenders,
Flipper,
Skarface,
Amazonics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blake Baxter,
Los Fastidios,
Kerri Chandler,
Alphaville,
Pantytec,
Aaron Thompson,
Excepter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Albert Ayler,
Sällskapet,
Essential Logic,
Black Pus,
The Mummies,
Ronan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Don Cherry,
World's Most,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Byrd,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.