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 Armenia and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Dead Boys to the grunge 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Smiths,
Excepter,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gap Band,
X-101,
Gong,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Todd Terry,
Parry Music,
DNA,
Mr. Review,
Piero Umiliani,
KRS-One,
The Doobie Brothers,
Idris Muhammad,
Brick,
Dave Gahan,
Dennis Brown,
Derrick Morgan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Reuben Wilson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The J.B.'s,
Sex Pistols,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bronski Beat,
Lakeside,
Davy DMX,
Soft Machine,
Wally Richardson,
Bush Tetras,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Holt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arthur Verocai,
Toni Rubio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
June Days,
Graham Central Station,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Popol Vuh,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camouflage,
Dual Sessions,
Technova,
Goldenarms,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mission of Burma,
Arab on Radar,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Evens,
Trumans Water,
Panda Bear,
Newcleus,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.