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 Vietnam 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bush Tetras to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Deakin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Johnny Clarke,
Mantronix,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ludus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pulsallama,
Roxy Music,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minor Threat,
The Remains,
Crispian St. Peters,
Duran Duran,
Lou Reed,
Marmalade,
KRS-One,
Funkadelic,
Buzzcocks,
David Bowie,
Ossler,
The Electric Prunes,
Average White Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Hardrive,
Marc Almond,
Marshall Jefferson,
Boz Scaggs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Moleskins,
Piero Umiliani,
The Litter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Electric Prunes,
Connie Case,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Womack,
Lee Hazlewood,
Guru Guru,
Sugar Minott,
Kas Product,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Maleditus Sound,
Tomorrow,
The Smiths,
Barbara Tucker,
T.S.O.L.,
Bronski Beat,
Faraquet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cheater Slicks,
Moss Icon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scratch Acid,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.