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 United States and from Bremen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Q65 to the jazz 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
John Foxx,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tears for Fears,
Brick,
New York Dolls,
Liliput,
Robert Wyatt,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Invisible,
James White and The Blacks,
Brass Construction,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Trojans,
Robert Görl,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Cale,
Yazoo,
Inner City,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Severed Heads,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tim Buckley,
David Bowie,
Slick Rick,
Erykah Badu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Sonics,
Easy Going,
Barbara Tucker,
A Certain Ratio,
World's Most,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Derrick May,
Eve St. Jones,
MC5,
Das Ding,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bill Near,
Infiniti,
Aloha Tigers,
Alison Limerick,
Parry Music,
The Beau Brummels,
Jandek,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Amazonics,
Traffic Nightmare,
Slave,
Stockholm Monsters,
Archie Shepp,
Albert Ayler,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
LL Cool J,
The Doors,
Max Romeo,
The Skatalites,
Kerrie Biddell,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.