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 Uzbekistan and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Bluetip,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Lydon,
Mars,
The Flesh Eaters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Zeros,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grauzone,
Barry Ungar,
Aswad,
Yazoo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Harpers Bizarre,
Visage,
Reagan Youth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
China Crisis,
Agent Orange,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hot Snakes,
Sällskapet,
Soulsonic Force,
The Invisible,
Bobby Byrd,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Audionom,
Piero Umiliani,
Mr. Review,
Gang Green,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
T.S.O.L.,
T. Rex,
Basic Channel,
The Trojans,
Cybotron,
Wire,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Young Rascals,
John Cale,
The Smoke,
Todd Rundgren,
Wings,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Matthew Bourne,
Donald Byrd,
Alison Limerick,
Maurizio,
Tim Buckley,
The Blues Magoos,
Don Cherry,
Ludus,
K-Klass,
John Foxx,
The Standells,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.