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 Kiribati and from Seoul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Andrew Hill to the rap 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Section 25,
Joy Division,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brand Nubian,
Rites of Spring,
Grauzone,
Dark Day,
Pere Ubu,
Yaz,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marine Girls,
Whodini,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Make Up,
Symarip,
The Dead C,
UT,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tim Buckley,
The Toasters,
The Doobie Brothers,
T. Rex,
Black Flag,
Fatback Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
A Certain Ratio,
Barry Ungar,
Dawn Penn,
In Retrospect,
Basic Channel,
EPMD,
Marshall Jefferson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dave Gahan,
The Walker Brothers,
Tubeway Army,
Gabor Szabo,
Model 500,
Pierre Henry,
Moebius,
Davy DMX,
Los Fastidios,
Cymande,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bootsy Collins,
The Zeros,
Mars,
Matthew Bourne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Lydon,
Mission of Burma,
Goldenarms,
Pylon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Graham Central Station,
Toni Rubio,
Unwound,
Talk Talk,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.