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 El Salvador and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Donald Fagen 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 Oneida 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb 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 clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Gang Starr,
Sister Nancy,
Yaz,
Moebius,
Flipper,
The Count Five,
The Cramps,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Schoolly D,
Toni Rubio,
Malaria!,
Kerri Chandler,
The Doors,
Prince Buster,
The Black Dice,
The Happenings,
Colin Newman,
Graham Central Station,
The Skatalites,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ornette Coleman,
The Remains,
Darondo,
cv313,
KRS-One,
Gerry Rafferty,
The United States of America,
Dave Gahan,
Audionom,
Judy Mowatt,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nick Fraelich,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Japan,
Amazonics,
The Slackers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mars,
The Motions,
Skarface,
Lalann,
AZ,
Kevin Saunderson,
Subhumans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tears for Fears,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Agitation Free,
Neil Young,
Connie Case,
Max Romeo,
The Leaves,
Delta 5,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sandy B,
The Alarm Clocks,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.