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 Albania and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 New York Dolls to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lalann,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pussy Galore,
Sixth Finger,
Goldenarms,
10cc,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Dirtbombs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Offenders,
Saccharine Trust,
New York Dolls,
Shuggie Otis,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Blackbyrds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Clear Light,
Crispy Ambulance,
Todd Rundgren,
Soft Cell,
The Star Department,
The American Breed,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Coltrane,
This Heat,
FM Einheit,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Young Marble Giants,
Byron Stingily,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang Green,
Roxette,
Joy Division,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fire Engines,
Cal Tjader,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Swans,
Index,
Joensuu 1685,
Yusef Lateef,
Fear,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mr. Review,
The Dave Clark Five,
Oneida,
Juan Atkins,
DJ Sneak,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Neon Judgement,
Barrington Levy,
Bluetip,
Dave Gahan,
Kurtis Blow,
ABC,
Thee Headcoats,
Suburban Knight,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.