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 Swaziland and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the crunk 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pere Ubu,
The Cure,
Pierre Henry,
The Gories,
Eric Copeland,
Cybotron,
Skriet,
Marc Almond,
Outsiders,
The Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Albert Ayler,
Heaven 17,
Wasted Youth,
Desert Stars,
Michelle Simonal,
John Cale,
Funky Four + One,
Gong,
the Germs,
Roxy Music,
Accadde A,
Negative Approach,
Pagans,
Hardrive,
The Vogues,
Kaleidoscope,
Rapeman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Groovy Waters,
Idris Muhammad,
Amazonics,
One Last Wish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jeff Mills,
Todd Rundgren,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grauzone,
Whodini,
Josef K,
Lalann,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
B.T. Express,
10cc,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ken Boothe,
The Searchers,
The Standells,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sandy B,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Count Five,
Brick,
The Busters,
Boz Scaggs,
PIL,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.