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 the UAE and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro 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 Crooked Eye to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Brass Construction,
Derrick May,
The Last Poets,
Alice Coltrane,
The Zeros,
Bob Dylan,
The Misunderstood,
The Slackers,
Minor Threat,
Eden Ahbez,
The Selecter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Neon Judgement,
The Move,
Maurizio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Subhumans,
Saccharine Trust,
Rakim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scott Walker,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blake Baxter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dark Day,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fad Gadget,
Brothers Johnson,
The Index,
KRS-One,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pulsallama,
Sonny Sharrock,
Royal Trux,
Bush Tetras,
The Toasters,
John Lydon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Average White Band,
FM Einheit,
Darondo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Sheep,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jerry's Kids,
Smog,
The Cure,
The Vogues,
The Slits,
Avey Tare,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.