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 Ghana and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Derrick May to the rap 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Infiniti,
The Raincoats,
Minor Threat,
Eric Dolphy,
Unwound,
The Cowsills,
Jacob Miller,
Can,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stereo Dub,
Circle Jerks,
The Vogues,
Chris Corsano,
The Leaves,
Kaleidoscope,
Michelle Simonal,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jawbox,
The Martian,
Jimmy McGriff,
Danielle Patucci,
Traffic Nightmare,
The American Breed,
Lyres,
Ken Boothe,
Alphaville,
Sixth Finger,
Black Pus,
The Velvet Underground,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Clear Light,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cheater Slicks,
Fad Gadget,
Ronan,
Skriet,
Urselle,
Maleditus Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joyce Sims,
James White and The Blacks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bill Near,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lalann,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fatback Band,
The Golliwogs,
Arab on Radar,
The Wake,
Darondo,
Funky Four + One,
Faraquet,
The Smiths,
Khruangbin,
Soft Cell,
DJ Sneak,
Subhumans,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Tremeloes,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.