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 Lebanon and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the rock 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Roy Ayers,
Adolescents,
Jawbox,
Sandy B,
Youth Brigade,
Avey Tare,
The Wake,
The Toasters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Infiniti,
Rapeman,
Shuggie Otis,
Newcleus,
The Velvet Underground,
kango's stein massive,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mission of Burma,
Spoonie Gee,
Mandrill,
Eve St. Jones,
the Association,
The Busters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Electric Prunes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Piero Umiliani,
Crime,
Y Pants,
Charles Mingus,
The Gap Band,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cramps,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Swell Maps,
Judy Mowatt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Divine Comedy,
Subhumans,
Scientists,
Animal Collective,
Monolake,
Mr. Review,
Todd Rundgren,
John Holt,
Bill Near,
Eric B and Rakim,
X-101,
Hardrive,
Black Moon,
Malaria!,
Jandek,
Stockholm Monsters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tom Boy,
Thee Headcoats,
Siglo XX,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cal Tjader,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.