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 Liechtenstein and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 The Names to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
The Blackbyrds,
Sixth Finger,
The Last Poets,
Monolake,
Los Fastidios,
Sexual Harrassment,
Curtis Mayfield,
Robert Wyatt,
Cecil Taylor,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kayak,
Moss Icon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Cale,
Negative Approach,
Reagan Youth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Stooges,
the Bar-Kays,
Flash Fearless,
Quantec,
Robert Hood,
Idris Muhammad,
Silicon Teens,
Boogie Down Productions,
Average White Band,
John Foxx,
Kevin Saunderson,
Blake Baxter,
The Dead C,
Pantaleimon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Newcleus,
Grey Daturas,
Stetsasonic,
The Gap Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Vladislav Delay,
Niagra,
Bang On A Can,
Dual Sessions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Young Rascals,
Wings,
The Trojans,
Boz Scaggs,
Marc Almond,
Tomorrow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
DJ Style,
Dennis Brown,
Stockholm Monsters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Altered Images,
Junior Murvin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hot Snakes,
Camberwell Now,
Angry Samoans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eli Mardock,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.