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 Paris.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the güiro 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 Amon Düül to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Lower 48,
Danielle Patucci,
Boredoms,
Mantronix,
Public Enemy,
Flipper,
Stetsasonic,
Fad Gadget,
The Motions,
Brass Construction,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soul II Soul,
Bauhaus,
Mad Mike,
Guru Guru,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lungfish,
Zero Boys,
David McCallum,
Minny Pops,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Sheep,
Vainqueur,
Colin Newman,
Symarip,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Andrew Hill,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marvin Gaye,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nik Kershaw,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pulsallama,
Whodini,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Oneida,
Grey Daturas,
Susan Cadogan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pantytec,
Gang Green,
Stereo Dub,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barry Ungar,
Desert Stars,
Ralphi Rosario,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Görl,
The Offenders,
Fluxion,
Avey Tare,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Public Image Ltd.,
Procol Harum,
Talk Talk,
China Crisis,
The Index,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.