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 Korea North and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Jeru the Damaja to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide 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?
Pierre Henry,
David Bowie,
Howard Jones,
the Sonics,
The Birthday Party,
Agent Orange,
Ice-T,
Eric Dolphy,
Pantytec,
Trumans Water,
Anthony Braxton,
Visage,
Patti Smith,
Letta Mbulu,
the Swans,
Delta 5,
Marine Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
The Count Five,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roy Ayers,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Radiohead,
The Associates,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wasted Youth,
Quando Quango,
Marmalade,
T. Rex,
Danielle Patucci,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dark Day,
Fatback Band,
Y Pants,
Jawbox,
Dorothy Ashby,
JFA,
Drive Like Jehu,
Freddie Wadling,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fugazi,
Robert Wyatt,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mr. Review,
MDC,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Christie,
Easy Going,
Oneida,
Warren Ellis,
Alison Limerick,
The Cowsills,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Man Parrish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Derrick May,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.