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 Macedonia and from Manchester.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 Kevin Saunderson to the dance 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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Can,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
L. Decosne,
Albert Ayler,
B.T. Express,
Kas Product,
Rosa Yemen,
Quantec,
Electric Prunes,
Eli Mardock,
the Swans,
Sarah Menescal,
kango's stein massive,
H. Thieme,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Erasure,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Warren Ellis,
Leonard Cohen,
Lalann,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Young Marble Giants,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
U.S. Maple,
Lungfish,
Bauhaus,
the Association,
David Bowie,
Andrew Hill,
Bob Dylan,
Todd Rundgren,
Jeff Lynne,
Adolescents,
Barrington Levy,
The Smoke,
Derrick Morgan,
MC5,
Duran Duran,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fortunes,
Marc Almond,
Echospace,
Grauzone,
John Lydon,
Scratch Acid,
The Five Americans,
Judy Mowatt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flash Fearless,
Kevin Saunderson,
X-102,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Animal Collective,
Delon & Dalcan,
Goldenarms,
JFA,
Archie Shepp,
Warsaw,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.