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 Grenada and from Bologna.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin 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 Quantec to the techno 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brass Construction,
Gastr Del Sol,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Con Funk Shun,
Stetsasonic,
Porter Ricks,
Rosa Yemen,
Toni Rubio,
Cymande,
Sugar Minott,
Man Parrish,
Interpol,
Duran Duran,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Reed,
Slave,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fire Engines,
Davy DMX,
Barry Ungar,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Martian,
Altered Images,
Mark Hollis,
Joensuu 1685,
Lucky Dragons,
Prince Buster,
Fat Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
Swell Maps,
The Electric Prunes,
New Order,
Fear,
Skriet,
AZ,
Pussy Galore,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cluster,
The Modern Lovers,
Joe Smooth,
Dual Sessions,
Ornette Coleman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wire,
Swans,
Loose Ends,
Aaron Thompson,
Babytalk,
Royal Trux,
Tropical Tobacco,
Metal Thangz,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang Starr,
Scion,
Nik Kershaw,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Whodini,
MC5,
Fatback Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.