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 Brunei and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Banda Bassotti,
The Remains,
Cybotron,
DJ Sneak,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Shadows of Knight,
Essential Logic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
F. McDonald,
Loose Ends,
Bluetip,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Outsiders,
Blancmange,
Altered Images,
Grey Daturas,
June of 44,
Unwound,
Prince Buster,
Can,
Scion,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Invisible,
Dave Gahan,
Dead Boys,
Moss Icon,
T. Rex,
Amon Düül II,
Deepchord,
Tres Demented,
D'Angelo,
Eli Mardock,
Schoolly D,
Niagra,
Kenny Larkin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Radiohead,
Kaleidoscope,
Pere Ubu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bad Manners,
Young Marble Giants,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Juan Atkins,
Andrew Hill,
Jeff Lynne,
MC5,
Deadbeat,
Das Ding,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.