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 Panama and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 B.T. Express to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
The Wake,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Siglo XX,
The Kinks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Popol Vuh,
Oneida,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lungfish,
Von Mondo,
The J.B.'s,
Zapp,
Barclay James Harvest,
Model 500,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Slackers,
The Gories,
Goldenarms,
Blossom Toes,
Quadrant,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gun Club,
Brothers Johnson,
Gong,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roger Hodgson,
Yellowson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Skatalites,
Leonard Cohen,
Arab on Radar,
Cheater Slicks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
PIL,
Ultra Naté,
Pantaleimon,
Cymande,
Sister Nancy,
Gang Starr,
Index,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
ABC,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Nas,
One Last Wish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
X-101,
Brand Nubian,
Bizarre Inc.,
Loose Ends,
Sarah Menescal,
Main Source,
Kenny Larkin,
Crispy Ambulance,
In Retrospect,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.