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 Singapore and from Manchester.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet 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 Flamin' Groovies to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
The Sound,
Heaven 17,
Buzzcocks,
Marc Almond,
KRS-One,
The Searchers,
The Fire Engines,
Wolf Eyes,
Spoonie Gee,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pole,
Glambeats Corp.,
World's Most,
Brass Construction,
The Blues Magoos,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kevin Saunderson,
Shoche,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Byrd,
Cal Tjader,
Scott Walker,
Warren Ellis,
June Days,
The Five Americans,
Agent Orange,
Franke,
Glenn Branca,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fluxion,
Junior Murvin,
Wire,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Bananas,
Crooked Eye,
Albert Ayler,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jacques Brel,
Dave Gahan,
F. McDonald,
James White and The Blacks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lakeside,
DNA,
H. Thieme,
Connie Case,
The Fugs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Anakelly,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Kayak,
Jacob Miller,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The United States of America,
Pantytec,
June of 44,
Aswad,
Kurtis Blow,
Nils Olav,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.