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 Suriname and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord 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 The Techniques to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deepchord,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Excepter,
The Durutti Column,
Scan 7,
Lungfish,
Suicide,
Rakim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Raincoats,
Lightning Bolt,
FM Einheit,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sandy B,
Alice Coltrane,
Todd Terry,
Half Japanese,
The Dead C,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crooked Eye,
Traffic Nightmare,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Buzzcocks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Music Machine,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sarah Menescal,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Misunderstood,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wire,
Ken Boothe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
F. McDonald,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Franke,
Terrestrial Tones,
Althea and Donna,
The Motions,
The Martian,
Mad Mike,
Black Pus,
David Axelrod,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Livin' Joy,
OOIOO,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Icehouse,
John Lydon,
Nik Kershaw,
John Coltrane,
Camberwell Now,
Minutemen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Darondo,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fortunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.