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 China and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 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 Nas to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Masters at Work,
The Walker Brothers,
The Dead C,
Faust,
Swell Maps,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Doors,
Nico,
The Slackers,
Kayak,
the Germs,
Joe Finger,
Ornette Coleman,
Theoretical Girls,
Bill Near,
Tim Buckley,
Slave,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brick,
Curtis Mayfield,
Neil Young,
Young Marble Giants,
The Pop Group,
Television Personalities,
Los Fastidios,
Vainqueur,
Zapp,
Shoche,
Pierre Henry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Mummies,
The Count Five,
Sixth Finger,
The Slits,
Soulsonic Force,
Max Romeo,
The New Christs,
The Velvet Underground,
Prince Buster,
The Raincoats,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sun City Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
The Five Americans,
Aswad,
Adolescents,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aural Exciters,
Con Funk Shun,
Marc Almond,
Amazonics,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soft Machine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Drive Like Jehu,
Au Pairs,
Yusef Lateef,
Joe Smooth,
Rakim,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.