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 Milan.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
The Blackbyrds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Young Rascals,
The Remains,
Mars,
Pere Ubu,
Make Up,
June of 44,
Ituana,
Avey Tare,
Roxette,
Grauzone,
Swell Maps,
Aural Exciters,
The Doors,
Joensuu 1685,
China Crisis,
Guru Guru,
Radio Birdman,
Scan 7,
Dennis Brown,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gun Club,
Mad Mike,
Minny Pops,
Con Funk Shun,
Magma,
48th St. Collective,
Silicon Teens,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Mojo Men,
Monks,
Stiv Bators,
Lower 48,
Shoche,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang Gang Dance,
Moebius,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
F. McDonald,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Graham Central Station,
Funkadelic,
Cybotron,
Lebanon Hanover,
Agitation Free,
Sound Behaviour,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gap Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Man Eating Sloth,
Franke,
Man Parrish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joey Negro,
Laurel Aitken,
The Stooges,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.